Only He Knows

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2008 Poems

Clouds on the horizon,

A storm approaching the mind.

Sickness takes hold,

Grasping for a thought.



The wind rushes through the window,

Tosses you around,

Cut up on the walls,

Coloring them red.



Past few months of suppression,

Past few months of hiding the depression.



Takes its tool,

It takes hold.



Unsure how to really feel,

Missing something important.

Missing something I need,

Something I want.



The lightning strikes in the distance,

Reminding the mind,

Impending doom,

The clouds are my gloom.



Falling to the lyrics,

Music fills my ears,

Carried on the wind.



Words on the wall,

News before the fall.



Battered and lost,

Waiting to be saved,

Since he could never save himself.



The poor man,

Always acting tough,

Yet still just as lost,

Years haven’t changed his soul.



Slowly changing,

But it’s never fast,

It's never enough.

Life's tough.



The rough edges appear,

Tries to mend them over,

Yet the mends never heal,

The blood seeps through,

Covers the walls.





Standing alone on the quiet hill,

Facing into the wind,

Thinking once more,

Falling back,

Black.



The blackness creeps around him,

Its arms outstretched,

Boney fingers grasping him away,

Plucked from the world,

Taken away.



He disappeared that night,

The blackness took hold,

Ran for so long,

But it always finds him.



The music slows,

A somber rhythm plays,

Only he knows.



Death in the family,

Death in the soul,

Only he knows.



He is but the projection,

He is the protection,

He is his own suppression.



He is the man he always wanted to be,

He is something he will never attain,

He is the ideal,

But never the expectation.



He knows.



He,

The man,

The child,

The soon to be adult.

The soon to graduate.

The soon to go live his life.

The soon to be dead.

He.





Alone in his room,

The walls close in around him,

The storm in my mind,

The clouds in the not so distant past,

Now clouding the not so distant future.



Wind rushes through the window,

Flows over his naked flesh,

The air berates him,

The air sooths,

Yet the sting remains.



Only he sees the mark,

Only he feels the pain.



Only he knows the cause,

Only he knows the cure.



Only he knows.

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