9th
10-8
1
Scratchings from a
dark heart
This is a very
dark art
2
This place is filled with noise
but nobody is saying
what they are thinking
3
You say you want to help me
but all I can feel
is you wanting to help yourself
Wanting to do the right thing
so you can sleep better tonight
and I’ll be alright
If I can just do this for awhile
Not help you help me
but just be
4
I look upon myself
without wonder
with little regard
for what it took to create
hands, feet, heart, mind
I gaze upon my reflection
and ponder
the purpose of it all
5
It is indulgent
Yes
6
When the curtains are drawn
you cannot see who I am
When the windows are covered
you cannot know the world
inside this space
Cocooned I sit
grateful for the mask of disillusion
Hopeful in my melancholy
Certain in my uncertainty
Behind the white curtains
That let me gaze out
without being gazed at
7
There is none my equal
says he
No other who compares
so why am I still looking
for another out there?
8
It’s hard to know where to step
when the world is full of landmines
9
There is a soft place in here
and I know you can find it
There is a space in here
Where only you can fit
I know I make it so hard
Lately the fight’s not fair
I know I make it too hard
but walk with me until we get there
10
Ten
The end
Ten
