At Last

It happened without fanfare

No music drifted through the air

I realized without remark

Close on the heels of a weary heart

With bitterness fading away

I thought that I would be okay

Until what moved and took its place

Was the result of battles waged

Which till this moment I had won

Or at the least had held my own

But without crying, without tears

Without love, or borrowed fears

The one who always stood so strong

At last fell before the throng.

And final cognizant reflections 

Realize climactic sentences

Do not preceded the paeons cry

But merely follow his sad life

And I that troubled paeon be

For life at last has broken me.


In Despair

Remember when the darkness comes

And I’m no longer there

That you were one who withheld hope

When I was in despair

I wish not equivocity

But rather love is shared

Alas though we’ll not strive again

We’re cursed within this glare.

A fabled mystic long ago

Once spoke a solemn prayer

But quickly you’ve forgot it

And settled for pious heirs

Clinging to vestiges of hopes

So laden down with fears

You’ve lost the heart and mind to fight

As poisoned by the air.

So breath it in and breath it out

Pretend you’re unaware

Of who it was offered no hope

When I was in despair.

Hear Me

Where were you when I needed you?

I know you heard me cry.

How could you tell me what to do

And not give strength to try?

How hard was it to walk away

When I fell short again?

Why didn’t you come save the day

Did all this have to end?

You must have known how hard it was

To go so far yet fall-

Yet even though my heart is crushed

You ignore all my calls. 

Where were you when I needed you?

I’m much too late to change.

But answer me before I’m through

And I will find a way

Hope in Despair

I’ve seen so many tragic things
broken hearts filled up with pain
power used but to destroy
stifling the hope of joy.

Sick and dying children lain
upon their beds while mothers slave
to offer but a piece of bread
giving what she never had.

I’ve heard the sounds of fear and dread
the cries of those who’ve fought and bled
for nothing but to have a home
some small place to call their own.

If only men could understand
what miracle’s held in their hand
what precious gift of life they bear
yet all I see around’s despair.

So out into the void I call
to everyone both great and small-
Don’t be so blinded by your greed
that you cannot see those who grieve.

Forget your trivialities
look around at those in need
reach out an open hand to share
and show the world how much you care.