Fly High My Dove Poem by William Brooks

Don't bother looking for me tomorrow,
I won't be there.
Don't bother calling me,
I won't answer.
The little boy you knew,
The one that was growing into a man,
Has turned into something worse,
Something he did not plan.
I don't know when it happened and I don't know how.
I wish I could see the event that mutated me into this Frankenstein
Into this creature who is now being tortured by his own mind.
I have my morals, but choose not to follow.
The pain from this de-evolution has left me cold and hollow.
It's cost me alot to get as weak as I have become.
I have seen this person who calls herself my mother,
Cry from the battle scars more times than I can remember.
My father's concern goes without recognition,
His pleas to seek help, unanswered.
My state of mind is in constant disarray,
The maelstrom is non-stop, the only continuous thing.
At the highest point of the mountain range called the cerebellum,
I could sore above the world and it's troubles. At the lowest point
In the deepest ocean, I was below even the demons.
Then I found you, a vessel to the top of the mountain.
You took me on a ride, but we failed to reach the top,
We hardly made it past the summit before you dropped me.
On the way down, free falling at terminal velocity,
For ages longer than eternity,
I realized how much weight you had to carry.
More than just me, there was everyone of your friends.
All the words that were said in anger couldn't be taken back.
Sorry couldn't fix what I broke.
I am writing this for you as a testament,
Solid evidence of my commitment,
To do whatever it will take to keep you flying.
To keep you flying till you reach the peak of the mountain.
But for now, I must be gone.