I was awaken this morning,
by the sound of blue jays chirping
and squirrels dancing in the trees.
I slowly maneuvered myself out of bed
and thought, damn, I'm still alive.
Life is so hard,
when you feel all alone,
and when you can't sleep at night,
walking the desolate streets,
trying to find peace of mind.
I'm searching for something in this world or in the heavens above,
that will ignite a passion deep inside of my soul
and make me believe in something.
I haven't found what I'm looking for
and that troubles me deeply.
Late at night,
when I'm all alone
and no one is home to bother me.
I sit at the edge of my bed,
reminisce about the pain of my past,
and what I've been through as a child.
I'm slipping away in the darkness
and the demons are surfacing
through the skeletons in my closet.
I need someone to invest in me.
Someone to love me and hold me close,
like a beautiful infant boy
longing for the caresses of his mothers touch.
I want to be submerged in the true milk of intimacy
and lay in the security of love and trust.
Until the way is shown to me,
and the path made clear
I will be forever internally bleeding.
