Whispers in the Dark

A child whispers in the dark
To the stars that give no answers,
Looking
Hoping not to wake
Not another day he can take
Saddened tears in his eyes
He looks for you in the sky
Are you listening?
Do you care?
Maybe you’re not even there.
His blooded mouth he just asks
“Please don’t let me wake up tomorrow, take me with you.”
The lies that he had read on the wall
Things that never happened not at all
He looked for the footprints in the sand
They promised to carry him and hold his hand
All he wanted was you to take him home
To keep him with you, not alone
But every night prayers unanswered
The little boy sleeps in hope.
As he wakens each brand new day
You are not there to show him the way
He asks why him, what did he do
But still no word
Nothing from you.

I asked you God, to take me away.
But for some reason you made me stay.
I sat and wondered why you’d leave
But I see it now. Such a fool to believe…

In you.

I walk away
Like you did to me.

Twelve minutes

Twelve minutes

 

Twelve minutes It’s hardly any time at all Does it matter Something so small

 

In twelve minutes I could give you the world Make you promises you deserve I could bow down to you And honour you this way

 

Twelve minutes…

 

I could speak words not left unspoken A stolen moment A look A blissful kiss to say goodbye

 

Twelve minutes to hold your hand To feel your skin on mine The gentle touch of your fingers Until that last moment

 

I could give those words The ones I’m afraid to say Whispered nothing’s, a dream The impossible moments of a future

 

If I could buy those twelve minutes I’d sit and look at you I’d keep every second, in a place so deep inside I’d sit here right beside you, even just to hold your hand

 

Twelve minutes…

 

Not very long at all But if they got stolen So many things I’d regret The space of a minute With you, you give me every breath.

 

If you had those twelve short minutes what would you give to me?

Doctor

Doctor

 

Morning sun burns my eyes

The day has come again

I can’t face it all alone

Friendly back street doctor

A bottle for the pain my friend

Offering me a hand

The intoxicating call

A lure of love

Picking me up when I am down

Melted on my spoon

Your hope breathes into my veins

Fake

Temporary embrace like no other

A helping hand from the abyss

Freedom for a fee

With your dirty needles.

 

If I were to die today

If I were to die today

The rain would still fall

The wind would still blow

The new day would still come

And lives would still carry on

If I were to live today

The rain would not cease

The wind would not calm

The new day would still come

And lives would still carry on

The insignificant path that I walk

To trudge

A weary road

Do I stop?

Do I stall?

For the choice I make

Does not affect the new dawn

Yes if I were to die today

The rain would fall from the eyes of those I would weep for too

The wind would blow like a saddened sigh from the ones I would sigh for too

The new day would come and those that I would miss would wake without me.

Their lives would carry on.

If I were to die today

Would it matter?

Troy

How many battles do I need to face

To win this war

Dark clouds looming overhead

I have fought my way here

Faced opposition from myself, and others

To this day

I have earned this breath that I take

Darkness closes in

I lay down

Not from defeat, but weary days

I don’t not have the fight in me

No more, I beg

To look and be prepared

For another swing to my chest

The shield I wear is battered and dented

My armour ill fitting

The shattered fragments of the heart that beats within

Bleeding hands to piece it together

No longer is it whole

The tiny shards, vanished

The heart smaller once more

With holes and spaces cut from false enemies

Like Troy

I accepted

Fool.

The war is over.

Through Darkness

Through Darkness

 

Through darkness comes help unexpected

Friendship unknown from secret places

Blind, wandering through an abyss of sorrow

Reaching in, staggered with concerned faces.

 

A life that is not alone

Is a mystery to me

The sounds of silence fill my world

I often wish, a dream, maybe.

 

To touch the things

I cannot have

Stolen, gone, not mine,

Taken in greed and insecurities.

 

In times of anger and my pain

Through the tears and stress

A test, the gift, a treasure that I see

One of joy, honesty and sincere happiness.

 

Handed to me, when in need

When it seems there’s no way through

Heroes of unrealised friendships

I thank you.

Not For You

I do not cry for you
These tears are not the wine
For your victorious dance
They are mine

Through my eyes
My soul did peak
It saw the lies, the hurt
No longer am I bound by the words you speak

I do not weep for you
Your lessons were harsh
In the darkest moment I fell to my knees
Your bitter tongue, had no restrain

Not a fool I was, though I did think
I see it’s me
Not to blame, that lays with you
My trust for a while it didn’t see

My eyes are open and yes my tears do fall
But they are for you, for pity for what it cost
A friend, a hand, someone to care
One day you’ll see, it’s you that lost.

If you were mine.

If you were mine.

 

 

If you were my child, I’d hold you close,

I’d dry your tears and listen to your words.

If you were here, with sadness in your eyes,

I’d wrap my arms around you until you had strength.

 

If you were my son, I’d give you the moon,

But not the sun or the stars.

The moon is the light that shines through the darkness.

The peak in the night, the thing there to calm us.

 

If I could reach you, I’d offer my hand,

I’d pull you from the depths and show you the world.

Through all your smiles and fears.

I’d guide you.

 

If you stumbled I’d catch you,

It’s okay to fall. I’d show you the wolf,

so courageous and loyal.

His nature to protect, he wouldn’t fail.

 

I’d give you love.

How Do You?

How do you heal a heart that is broken from all those things, gone and unspoken? How to you cure the pain that’s inside, the things that hurt, the times when I died. How to you sooth the wondering soul, could you stitch it together, make it whole? How do you reach out to that child that’s within, when he’s hiding, how do you begin?

How do you break free from this aching sadness, torn inside, lost in madness.

How do you repair the innocence taken, lost, damned, so long forsaken.

How do you find yourself when you’re lost, to battle and win without any cost?

How do you ease the damaged mind, with eyes that see, no longer the blind.

How do you fix those things that are wrong, with strength and courage? I’m not that strong.

I want to hold your hand.

Sometimes I want to hold your hand;

I’ve lost a thousand tears for you

I close my eyes and make a wish, but I know it won’t come true

To hold you in my arms one time wouldn’t ease my pain

You were born sleeping, and that’s how you remain

I often lie awake and think of you

My little angel fast asleep

I wish my wishes would come true

And help to steal my pain

I will spend my life remembering you

I love you, I always will