I care

 The days have taken us by surprise
I'm aware
You're wounded, hurt, in pain
You know I care
In the end of it all I'm here
Forever I'll be
That fire that burns through your eyes
That affliction I can see within you
That agony and suffering you've been through
My dear, I care
So don't push me away
I care
So please let me stay
I know you need time
I know you need your space
But I care for you
Oh I care for you
More than I could ever say
You might never read this
You'll never hear me recite
I might be living alone
Isolated and biding time
But my dearest I care
My darling I care
Your soul burning within you
Aching to move forwards some way
Your heart begging you to find it
To take a step ahead and find your way
I care for you more than I could say
More than words can describe
More than I can put on display
I'll prove it to you if you let me arrive
One day I'll reach you
One day I'll make you well
Or at least I'll try my best
To be a good a friend
For you I care
I care
It tears me apart to see you hurt
It burns me inside as well
To see the fire within you
To see it burn you alive
To want to put it out
And not know how
You don't let me in
And that's not really new
My dearest I care
I really care
For you

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Blue moon

  Blue moon floating in the Sky as the horizon lights Up beyond the sight of Plebeian blind folk gazing Only at their matters that Which in the grand scheme Of things matters not In the eyes of a child Born within those years You'll be hardpressed to find Defined within them anything more Than fear Clubs and swords are used to wage War upon those they deem Unrighteous or villainous to the code In which they believe Live or die is deemed worthy By those who hold the sword The club is used to break the bones Of those whom they dictate should not Under darkened skies does the red moon rise When the sun gazes away from our designs The worst of the monsters within us climb Up to the peak of our souls they Seek to claim us whole Those of us who are lost To them are the worst among us all Fight or flight take risks or Play safe never one true thought Answers found when steps are Taken from within the resolve Find me flying near the blue moon every Night it shows Find you staring at your w...
Read more

Two hundred lines of dry ink and broken dreams

I write not for people I write so that the thoughts within my head Do not develop into evil Things that I will soon come to regret I write for myself I write so that my soul has an outlet I started a journey, during which I wrote Oh so many poems for me If they were to describe my story Then each is a line of dry ink and broken dreams I am not content with he who I am Who am I is a question I often ask Wondering, pondering poking and prodding Questioning the very nature of my fabric When spoken to I'm often idly nodding For my attention is often empty and barren I am living within the infinite versions of the past self I am alive within the world in which I've created in my mind It is a shelter from all that which attempts to delve Deeper than I am ready to share that night Two hundred lines of dry ink and broken dreams Two hundred lines, scattered across them all Is the rawest, purest form of the vessel that is me What is the soul, does it exist? Do I exist? Am I free to live ...
Read more

Regent cold and calculated

Today is the fifth week from the darkest night The king remains bed-ridden I must attend to more and more Of matters for which I care not But my king's orders are to be followed He knows best after all I follow him best I can To know, to learn For one day I will lead these people too His son is long-gone, and no heir apparent remains He claims his son will return But I know that's just an old man's hopeful tale The king's wise, calm and secure But he calculates oh so poor It's why I'm here For every time he steps into the streets Someone could make an attempt on his life So I ensure the streets are clear I ensure his safety's paramount always And yet sometimes he evades my gaze He sneaks out and is always safe I will never understand the gift this man possesses... For a man to walk among the commonfolk unabashed and unafraid He possesses true courage, or foolishness But my king's no fool Today is the seventeenth week from the darkest night The king's...
Read more