Letters from a Forgotten Boy
This is an old poem I wrote back in 2013, and I thought I would share it for others to enjoy on Tumblr.
Letters From a Forgotten Boy Cry. If not for your life, Then cry for my sins. I create your dreams, For I am the Hands. Just as hatred breathes love, Paint me your storm. Shout. I reflect the illusion, Its presence dissolving. I embrace your pain, For I am the Lips. Let your tongue mutter, Words I taste so sweet. Question. What could be, Why the world wishes to destroy us. I can be only be what I am, For I am the Ears. Be steady not what you hear, Listen to what is. Watch. Brush against the edges of challenge, Fall into the sea of your goals. Look up into the clouded sky, For I am the Eyes. Let light cast down my joy, Embrace the smile I give. I am the Moon. Show me your stars. Cover them with mist. So heart fades into madness, But with a kiss I hush you into sleep. For what begins Another’s end. Perfection in the eyes of sorrow Paints only within desire. For I may be a monster This love has gone to bed. My mind of ever spinning cogs Tell the time ticks to the hour. Seconds give birth to days Days kiss the lips of memory. Emotions that flourished In remembrance to present, Now forgotten Silence my tongue And bind my eyes. Steady waters cool my flesh, Through your reflection cast a shadow My locks coiled and broken, My eyes are hollowed pits. This soul of mine to shatter Has emptied into my own abyss. I will forever howl to the sky That casts light As it falls to reality. Of illumination, Her face without a name Angel I call But only I touch the rain. My hands create perfection, This art is my keeping Love grows to dampen the heart, That I can no longer give. If not all stars in the sky shine as brightly, The clock strikes the 3rd Just after numbers begin to change. When all is clear your certainty lies Awake in bed You gaze at its wonder. For whom God sped to guide, Ever watching before we walk the earth together To darken the light of day in life. All is lost in forgiveness descended. Based on moral judgment For my sins wept As the rain fell from the sky. Will I lose you My angel without a name. Let your death be in peace Love cannot cradle fate Be still, my love Be still You and I can never be.
