No More Light

A tattooed little boy 

cried for help 

but his cries 

dried up 

a thousand 

tears. 

He sang his song 

and echoed our souls

even when his own 

was losing iridescence.

Do you know pain

so dire you can’t even 

feel it? 

Darkness so black 

you can’t even

see it? 

It’s a cancer 

on our light 

and the more it festers;

the less we see it. 

Because we live with it

while it kills us inside. 

There is no peace 

for a mind that is no more. 

No more suffering. 

No more pain. 

No more joy. 

No more cancer. 

No more light.

Your soul is your song

and it will live in every heart 

that you saved

and every hope that 

shines 

a light 

on a

tomorrow 

you will never have.

We can’t forgive you 

for what you’ve done

but we don't know your pain. 

We can’t forget you 

or your song

when we recall your name. 

And In the end

We swim against the rising waves

And crash against the shore

The body bends until it breaks

The early morning sings no more

So rest your head

It's time to sleep

And dream of what's in store

The body bends until it breaks

And sings again no more

'cause time has torn the flesh away

The early morning sings no more

Again

I run on a treadmill 

as fast as I can

within the speed limit

that I set

for myself.

I run towards 

a healthy heart 

and fucked up knees. 

I run in the same direction 

again and

haven’t moved 

an inch. 

I wait for her

at the coffee shop.

She is late 

again.

We eat and laugh

and have a great 

conversation 

again. 

We sit in silence 

in melding energies

again. 

I watch her leave

again. 

I write more things. 

I sleep less. 

I think and dream and smile 

again.

Knock

knock-knock

It’s either early 

or

It's very late 

but is there 

a time 

that’s right

to write? 

knock-knock

I don’t search 

for the words 

nor am I 

trying to say

anything

that I don’t-

knock. knock. 

-already know.

I want to sleep. 

I want to dream. 

I want respite 

from an endless 

itch. 

How long is 

your shadow

in the dark? 

How bright 

is your light- 

KNOCK. KNOCK.

-on the sun? 

Even when I say

nothing, 

It still feeds.

Even if don't 

answer the door- 

KNOCK FUCKING KNOCK.

-it still scratches. 

You can choose 

to be 

anything you want 

as long as 

you keep It 

at the door. 

But you’ll 

let It in, won’t you? 

Because

you’re It’s slave. 

And you 

own It. 

KNOCK.

KNOCK. 

KNOCK.