Don’t leave me alone
to the haunting
of my mind’s
own design
I will collapse
and burn
in the shadows
of what you leave behind
Don’t leave me alone
to the haunting
of my mind’s
own design
I will collapse
and burn
in the shadows
of what you leave behind
I see now
where to go
I tried to fly
across the ocean
To find the islands
they all write about
But I am no seagull
only a lone eagle
I will rebuild my nest
high on the mountains
And fly
on the roughest currents
Here is where
I remember who I am
An island
This island
Not drifting
Existing
In open space
Where the heart
should feel
Where love
should flow
And empathy
is gold
They are hidden away
On this island
In open space
Waiting
As a prism
To hold in the sun’s light
Walk down the empty hall
turn off the light
Walk into the empty bedroom
write in the empty room
Turn out the light
Not sleep
Sit in the empty dark room
and sigh
Collect your rocks
Create a pile around your feet
Spend time polishing
Then watch them roll away
Pour a glass of milk
Place it on the table to share
And wait for them to accept your offer
Only to watch the milk turn sour
Paint the pictures
Hang them in the gallery
Offer tickets for free
And still no one comes