Green

The House

Walking up the stairs
but feeling too afraid to stay
go back down them once again
will return another day.

holding no-one far too close
my emotions chop and change
connection of the two souls
that are opposite, still the same.

See the pink hearts
and red fluffy walls
I hold his hand
yet I feel so small

Take off my shoes
and feel so content
yet something�s not
quite what I was to expect.

Deep-rooted fear

Are you there?
In the sky?
Where?
Do I know?
Can I trust?
Should I believe?
Are you one of us?
Do you see?
Can you tell?
Should I know?
Do you know me well?
Does it show?
When I go -
- where do I stay?
Do you know?
Can you tell me the way?

Standing Barefoot on the Wet Grass in the Rain

Cold air bites my face,
slaps me awake.
Stop regressing back to Then,
You say.

Today�s anniversary,
has me out of bed at dawn.
Wet dew between my toes,
refreshing feeling of freedom.

Go back to bed,
You say.
But out in the cold morning
Is a punishment I need
to remind me that I
made a mistake.

The rain washes me
but the feelings remain.
Scars on the inside
cannot be seen.

You think too much,
You say.
And I nod as I stand there.
You hold my cold, dead hand
and I feel all right -
for a while.