“I’m Ok”

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I repeat, I have nothing else to say.
Anxiety leaves me gasping for breath;
Thoughts churn; but can’t convey
A tug of war between life and a death.

I stand at the brink of a precipice,
With savage winds buffeting onto me,
Eyes wide, lest some kind stranger’s slightest kiss
Sends me into some dark eternity.

The abrasive cold of a once-warm love
Freezes me onto those I hold dear;
But no power from earth or sky above
Can truly lessen an ounce of this fear…

Fear from false promises, hopes, kisses lost
And cruel smiles luring from the past:
I‘m barren now; I can’t afford their cost;
Faltering, I wonder how long I’ll last.

Starry Night

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Shine down on me, starry night,
Shower your blues and yellows;
Transcend death into your light;
I’ll wait until it all mellows.

Your buildings are cut and dry,
Blue-grey trees keeping them soft,
There’s one great star asking, why
Black brush strokes hold the sky aloft?

Faith falls short in my belief;
Nature becomes the pillars;
Trees big and small give relief
People are silent killers.

Starry night, kindly, be kind
And merge these lines into one;
Leave not a sole stroke behind
Beautify what you’ve begun.

Robin

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Some robins die in cages,
Though they mean renewal
To the world living outside.
Sometimes they get trapped,
Inside a home and seek escape;
But hit a revolving fan.
The world comes between
Their wings and the open sky.
But they are part of the world
Which has life and can die.
Reason is sung out by faith;
Hope may play its own tune;
For faith prays like the sun,
Hope fluctuates like the moon.
And robins try their best,
But life must have its say!
It may leave them free to nest
Or it itself flies away.