Born To Fall Poem by Leonard Dantzler

I wait for the dawn of day to come
I pray for sleep but who am I praying to?
In this hour the only who hears me, is me.
It seems pain becomes a pleasure to the most undesired of hearts
I don't understand the reason behind why I care
But as much as I say I don't, I do.
And that is when I think of the wings I was denied,
how heavy gravity is and how I stand alone, no, separated.
I am the voice of those whose tongues have been cut out, the voice of those ones whose voice has become hoarse, and those who have yet to speak.
Bring me the ones who are skilled in the ways of disheartenment and we, together, will be all we need
You tell me of the one who hurt you and I smile only because I know what road you have traveled because I, too, took that road
Destiny wasn't destined for me so I must now rearrange the stars to create a comet of greatness that falls from my fingertips.
I see you and what your heart is worth but can you truly say I am worthless
I will not beg for your return, I am just too damn stubborn and proud
I will only bow my head in the safety of my Palace
I remember that it was only yesterday that you were with me and that frightens me because I couldn't see myself w/o you today
But here I am.
But does that make me stronger?
And they hold their tongue except one who knows my pain as if I had stolen it from her
She stands, like me, with her heart out w/ a repair sign on it
I wonder what would happen if the pieces of two broken hearts were put together
I also wonder about you, the reader of this confession
Do you know what I am trying to say? Have taken the same steps as I? but maybe a left when I went right and you kept going when I stopped only to catch up to you.
And this is where we stand with the same exact expression of defeat, hidden from the world but seen by each other.
And we don't want pity we just want either time to heal or a body to hold, if not own
I listened to your heart and the sound put me to sleep, only to be stirred awake
And that is why it hurts to think about you, it hurts even worse to try and suppress the thoughts of you
Is my anger irrational, is it misplaced?
But I've forever been angry, even when I seem calm and serene,
I am a flurry of emotions that change as much as the winds course
I don't pray any more, I just make a plea to the clouds
I watch the rain and I wish the wind would carry me away.