Where Do We Go From Here?

Deep breath, eyes closed, stepping out into the sun blind.

Scared, unaware of the world with which we belong.

Colors swell in oceans crashing on the shore.

Tears puddle in his eyes.

Energy flows from within through the heart.

Music becomes a fantasy as the notes drip from speakers into the ears of the lost.

Rain drops fall from the sky renewing the earth, cleansing broken souls.

Screams of fear fade away as flower bloom and guns fire off in the distance.

Just waiting for a Sunday morning sunrise.

A Broken Boy

Rain runs down a broken window.

Blank stares as lights blur in the reflection of his eyes.

Searching for answers and breaking silence to ask for a cigarette.

The flame of the lighter flickers as he walks away from everything he knows.

Down a winding road to God knows where.

Mumbles of screams repressed come pouring out in his tears.

Too afraid to dream, too afraid to sleep, too afraid to speak.

Tattoos grace his body to hide scars from years faded.

Dead inside from the guilt he carries upon his shoulders.

Blood washes away the pale, sickly skin color he wears.

His tongue stained from the words he never said. 

As his steps fade and his shadow disappears into the night, i can't help but to think we're all just trying to find our way home.