poems

Death

We scurry under the black hand
Some are crushed and break
Others look up and smile, unafraid
Those who live are rarely fake

Our high thoughts are pressed
Restrained, hidden, fallen, gone
In lowness we flourish, laugh and cry
Some fear the night, others die at dawn

What say we when our names are called?
Promises hang like chains, they bind
The dark we gave, the light we took
Now just a mark where the sun shined

Invisible

I’m invisible but don’t lose me

I’m not sure of the way back

I’m falling but don’t let me go

I’ll search for the things I lack

I’m invisible but don’t hurt me

With one false move I could fall

I’m crying so close in your arms

So big I’ve never felt so small

I’m invisible but don’t push me under

I’m almost out of breathe

Tied to a fate so inescapable

I’m feeling the rough lines of death

I’m invisible can’t you tell?

My color fades as the tears flow

You’ve given me the rope to hold on to

I only fear I’ve slipped too low