I have never met you yet I mourn your sorrows
Tears run down my cheeks as every line of your letter shreds at my being.
I’m caught off guard by two streams of light
piercing through my clouded thoughts.
I remove the shades off my face
Many run but I’m intrigued
The bullet echoes the soldiers creed
Civilians turn but few proceed
For money, honor, or a place to be.
I saw the dragon on his arm
Stunning bright colors of traditional Japanese ink work
A man with no past but many stories on his face reveals no words
Every wrinkle ran like canals of sweat, hair, and focus
As I lay here
Will you lay with me.
Nonsexual embracing of shadowed walls
blocking out the light of day unappreciated
I tried to write a poem for you tonight
To encapsulate the feelings of joy
Elevated to heavens eyes
Gazing into a windowsill
If the sky had eyes
I wonder if it gazes me back
through the black void,
an infinite retina
Every night I pray.
I pray any way.
Request on divinities desk
Losers never win,
dim lit existence
showing up at heavens door
banging daily yelling 'let me in',
It tore me up the most that you never said good bye
I lie here thinking is it better just to die
Hart caught in a struggle like a bubble trying to fly
Cold words that I herd as if we didn’t coincide