Empty

The sunlight woke me
slanting through the window
My sleepy eyes could barely see
But eagerly I left my pillow.

I ran through the wood
Breathed in the clean, fresh air.
I thought this beautiful day was good
Perhaps too much did I dare?

Why this immense feeling of sadness?
From whence does it come?
At answers I can merely guess
Or seek them from above.

I see care in my friends faces.
For this I love them, every one.
But inside I feel only empty spaces,
I wish this day were over and done.

He Never Called Back

He seemed excited to hear from me,
Happy that I was home,
But he never called me back.

He seemed excited to see me,
Looking tall and handsome,
But he never called me back.

He gave me the biggest hug ever,
Wrapped me in his arms,
But he never called me back.

He made, to see me every endeavor,
Made sure I had come to no harm,
But he never called me back.

Sometimes I think he doesn't realize,
Sometimes I think he must
Why didn't he call me back?

He's not the type to tell me lies,
Or turn my hopes to dust,
Did he really forget to call me back?

Will I ever learn to let him go?
Ever realize he can't be mine?
Will he ever please just call me back?

Because I care for him so
I've given every sign
I'll wait for him to call me back.

Crying Eyes So Beautiful

My heart shudders as I hear the words "we need to talk."
Over the phone the voice says "I am disappointed."
Before it's even started he leaves me in shock
He used the worst phrase ever said.

How can my world go crashing to pieces?
In one fell swoop leaving me devastated?
Flitting from joy to sorrow it never ceases
How badly I miscalculated.

How can I deal with this alone?
How can I not when my being is shattered?
From my pinnacle of happiness I am overthrown
Held in despairs darkness, beaten and battered.

From my soul pours forth a mournful song
To the search for the answer I am dutiful.
I don't understand what I've done wrong
I am crying eyes so beautiful.

Freedom

I've let go.
I am free.
But know one knows
of my wondrous deed.

One day I pined.
The next I did not.
And though nothing was signed
I found what I've sought.

My bonds I did not break.
They fell of their own accord.
My future is again my own to make
And the ship to its horizon I gladly board.

With freedom I will voyage on,
With courage and with love.
I'll travel till I've reached the dawn,
And the sky is light above.

Insomnia

I am an insomniac
Can you imagine that?
I become tired at the drop of a hat
And yet I find no rest.

At night even though I'm sleepy
I go like the energizer bunny.
The dark is both scary and creepy,
And so I find no rest.

I wish to sleep I really do
But instead I write to you.
If I must I'll close my eyes with glue
And then I'll find some rest.

Fear

These things are ripping my heart to shreds
I can do absolutely nothing to help
I find I am powerless as many others have said
I never knew the sadness I have recently felt.

I heard the word Cancer and my heart turned cold
Everyone knows that fear
How has this been unforetold?
How can I hold to what is dear?

With every week the prognosis seems worse
I find I weep in silence
I wish upon this thing a horrible curse
But its mystery is impenetrably dense.

I've only now begun to know her
Is it possible she'll be taken from me?
Everything once clear is now obscure
I pray on bended knee.

What will happen if she dies?
Could I ever understand it?
If she were gone could we all survive?
Dark creeps in where once her light was brightly lit.

Questions

What are we meant for?
What is our purpose here?
What shall we do until we know?
What is my destiny away from this darkness?

When all light is gone from us
When darkness blocks our vision
When the world tilts in crazy turns
When I fall from my pillar on high.

Who then shall light our darkness?
Who can turn the tide in our favor?
Who will bring back the tarnished beauty?
Who would withstand my test?

Why do we shun what we wish for?
Why secretly hide in the darkness?
Why force our hands to be still at our sides?
Why can't I grasp my happiness?

Where have we lost our souls?
Where do our hearts lie shattered?
Where can their pieces be restored?
Where am I in this darkness?