It

This is what has found me.

I thought it would never find me again.
Even if so I didn't know when.
It's so very strange unlike before.
For I remember the past and how it tore.
Yet now this time it's different, perhaps something new.
I've heard how it tends only to find a few.
Could it be?
That this has found me?
No; for I have come knocking at it's door.
I thought it found me the time before.
But one must look for such treasure.
Such treasure...as love.

This is what I have found.

Take Me

As I run for life the shadow follows,
The noise of footsteps echoing in the hollows.
As I feel my time running out,
I begin to lose my heart of stout.

These rustles follow me into the slum,
What an unwanted sign of the pain to come.
A place of hiding I seek for surprise,
Though it might be the space of my cruel demise.
Finding it i prepare for attack.,
Then inevitable pain digs deep into my back.

Lying here motionless facing the sky,
I see the shadow was smarter than I.
Cherishing the warmth of surrounding crimson,
I move not... only thinking, as if held in a prison.

The shadow and darkness take me.

Through My Door

I see you come through my door,
Such a healing site for eyes sore.
My heart swells with overwhelming glee,
For it senses a being it wishes to see.

We need not utter word or sound,
Neither small nor profound.
Obtaining this is an extraordinary feat,
To know I’ve found my beloved sweet.

Clutter

Oh how I try to hold this thought
Many like it refuse to be caught.
Outward they push escaping from my head
Such daunting loss inflicting me with dread.

These thoughts, these memories of old,
How they escape out into the bitter cold.
I fight to keep them in line and filed away.
Yet they slip from tight grasp leaving only dismay.

Why do they seem to hate me so?
Is my mind ill fit for thoughts to go?
How I wish for them to reside within,
So as to move on and let others begin.

I am

I am saddened by reluctance to help.
I am saddened by the sound of a yelp.
I am saddened by fueling of fires.
I am saddened by the presence of liars.
I am saddened by laughing in events of torture.
I am saddened by fear in a cheerful crowd.
I am saddened by fights picked purely for fight.
I am saddened by those standing false in light.
I am saddened by misread intention.
I am saddened by our titles of section.
I am saddened by disgust in the act of kindness.
I am saddened by love causing blindness.

I am saddened by those who are now adult.
I am saddened by having to act adult.
I am saddened by their wanting to be young.
I am saddened by my wanting to stay young.
So you see.
Let me be me.

That Which is Growing

As we approach one another my anticipation soars
A smile jumps from my mouth to yours

My lips crave even your slightest attention
For they know of a bliss I dare not mention

Fearing to lose that which is growing

As arms embrace and wrap around
A contentness comes with warmth abound

For I wish my eyes to remain in her stare
And to never be broken from such soothing glare

Fearing to lose that which is growing

Now all else seems so very cold
Compared to the one I now hold

It requires not a man of all knowing
To see between us this special growing