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holy water weighs down the angels wings
millions stumble in the dark blinded by the light
salt numbs the wound and clearwater stings
everything's so grey in a world so black and white

i wake up when i'm too tired to sleep anymore
i slip back into nightmares when the flashbacks get too bad
too tired to admit forgot what i'm fighting for
so numb i'd be elated if only i felt sad

too many lonely tears put out the sparkle in my eyes
dried of all that moisture they've lost their sparkle too
finally managed to give up after many tries
at least i'm not alone when i get abused by you

I used to sell my poetry in a little booklet downtown. I sold thousands. Years later a man walked up to me on the bus and told me how very meaningful this poem was to him. Its not one of my favorites, but it does have a fan.