broken promises and untold stories.
twisted dreams and so many worries
hoping it would change
and seeing through these moments.
wanting it to last.
but only parts of the past.


was i not kind?
helping when i could.
did i not offer
like a brother should.

wanting you to trust
wishing you would.
i could see my faith.
was it not good?


only you and i
i showed you such love.
knowing you had felt it.
being touched from above.
but my reach was too short;
my touch too cold.

my soul too bothered
so to others you went
showing them and only them.
the thing i sought out


have you given me the grace?
showing me such light?
you were closed and distant
only silence in the night.


this poem lives
not having an end
never once resting.
my mind
savaged

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