The hero bears his truth
Sing sweet into my heart, birds of my soul
For it has come to that
A mending of broken parts
A joy that has no strings attached
To touch-To feel some warmth
That ends the melancholy
And excites the nerves
For I believe I was irrational
And took those words too much to heart
I need a regeneration
Of joy and love
To make me whole again
Because I feel like pieces scattered about the floor
Trampled and downtrodden
Unable to put themselves together
Forgive this fault
I am just too sensitive
And time will be a world to me
For none is so bitter as the shade of you in my shadows
But you make me a sunshine-grazed fool
So don’t disappear from my sight
I still need the stars
To give breathe to the moon
I rose in autumn like a wily boy
When you adorned those copper steps
But my hero bears his truth
Sucking down the plants of arsenic
With pursed lips
Hoping for a smile will light upon one day
Expectant of joy-everlasting
To calm my rambunctious brain
Like honey sloping my veins
Making me a docile soul
But until then, I greet my wandering mind
As a friend by enemy
Because it betrays me sometimes
But I have a pocket of adoration for him
And i will gain some mirth
I truly believe in time to come
My genesis is eyes strained to bear
With a vanilla hued sky
Draping over the blood that oozes from my heart
And I can coddle myself in that frozen bed
And wake to those malicious white walls
With indifference
And my craft will be a salvation unto me
Giving me validation
So I can breathe without a sigh
And giggle like a boy
And remember that long-forgotten happiness.
