I'm afraid to break the wall
And live inside of me
I had forced myself outside
I don't know what I would see
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My mind... it is tired
This body is too weak
I am spent with all the effort
Of the oppressors I can't beat
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When little they flowed over freely
And were so hard then to stop
But now they stifle before starting
I can't even manage a drop
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A word is burning
In my chest
I know not what it is
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I wish that there
Had been that day
An angel at her side
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It begins small like a burning ember,
what starts it you cannot remember.
The more you feed it the brighter it glows.
Feel it... as the fire grows.
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I wish I had a friend
to tell me funny stories.
Someone to hang out with,
and not have any worries.
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In all the time
You spent with me
I loved you more
Then anything
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A poem is a ripple
From a wave called grief
Never perfect with its order
But almost constant with its beat
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