What could I offer you with words?
Presumptuous utterances blind
To real feelings our heart holds,
To deeper workings of our mind.

What could I say that helps the pain,
Or soothes soul in moments dark?
Words short of truth could maybe feign
Could maybe aim near the mark.

And how could I support my friend,
But through the gratitude unsaid.
Remaining in my heart, I lend,
In silent sadness, helping hand.

Let’s realize – all comes to pass.
We’re but a leaf amidst the wind,
Still fighting, trying to surpass
The guilt for all the sins we sinned.

Upon awaking into day,
As I am opening my eyes,
Still drowsy, sober, as I lay
I wipe the tears of recent cries,

And offer thanks for Holy Light –
Offer my gratitude to God
For guiding me through darkest night,
For taking me so far beyond.

Constant companion of mine
My Guide through life and only Friend,
He teaches through the Love Divine.
Alas! – if I could comprehend

The silent words, His gentle touch,
I would have been much better off.
Yet if I’m deaf, I can’t hear much,
And being blind, won’t see His Love.

Blind eyes perceive the light in hues of blood
Deaf ears will choose to pick up words of pain.
Interpretation of a mind distraught
Brings little more than shadows to attain.

You are a choice made in the mind asleep
The dreams will govern your beliefs at night –
Same dreams in day maintain illusions deep;
Same sins maintain the veil, hiding the light.

Dead eyes still following my dreams
Cold voice still heard at dusk or dawn,
Dry tears awaken me in screams
Old memories still live – forlorn.

And all the pointless words that ring
With deafening silence in my ears
The sins of past to which I cling
While future’s hope blinded by tears.

Time slowly flows and hardly heals
Evasive wish to reconcile
The hurts and lies and cries and shrills –
Dead hope of tortured, blind exile.

I never dreamed of hell before
I never thought that I would mourn
The death of dust stuck at the door
Into new life – entrance forlorn.

I do not see much hope in sadness,
Yet can’t perceive a different way.
Succumbed to pointless, sickening madness
Dark, thickest clouds block light of day.

And all my tears – they’re of no essence,
For they will never warm your heart.
Never again your gentle presence
Will softly tear the clouds apart.

And so I find my way in darkness:
Cold, terrified, alone and mad,
With thoughts impure, vile and heartless,
I see no light – still not yet dead.

Another day is gone – good riddance!
The darkness haunts me less at night.
Closing my eyes, in silent distance
I just might catch a glimpse of light.

“You never once appreciated
And never truly understood
The path I walk – depreciated.
The words I spoke – misunderstood.

You never truly contemplated
Your own desire to find the Light;
Sold soul, made body consecrated
Condemned to blindly walk the night.”

So says a madman lost in fears –
With dull and rusty blade of knife
Cut out his eyes to stop the tears,
Not having strength living the life

Where light of day reminds of pain
And darkness holds the only hope
For darkened soul caught in the rain
Praying for death – or strength to cope.

Seemingly countless,
Unimaginable
Sins yet to confess.

Accusations groundless,
Unexplainable,
Voiced nevertheless.

Consciousness boundless
Unfathomable –
I quietly profess

Love – always soundless
Indefatigable
That no word can express.

I have been captivated –
World seen through tears,
Renewed, illuminated,
Has captured me in recent years.

Light shines a little brighter
Through lens of pain.
The weight is somewhat lighter –
I’ve come to terms with life again.

Complaints – they hardly matter
To me these days.
I consciously shatter
The memories of my old ways.

I will be liberated
One day – I’m sure.
Reborn and consecrated,
The soul forgets this world obscure.