Taking Flight

That old man,
now just like
a child.
Hiding, hurting,
running away from
constant confrontation.
Poor old man, who
only wants to finish
out his days
feeling free,
watching his hairs
go grey.
My old man, pops,
I like to call him,
the only one who
really understands
who I am.
Maybe I should
be there
through his tarnished
golden years.
"Go live your life"
he says,
"there's nothing for
you here."
This stomach,
not strong enough
to bear the
sadness in his eyes,
turns quickly,
no long goodbye's, for
me and my old man.

Glance

Hear how I would
read this to you with my
soul and passion,
sadness and solemn.
Breaking here,
Breaking there...
Breaking down.
Before the final break,
I fear the end is near.

See me… inside?
Shooting from one
organ to another,
stabbing through.
Causing first, passion
then sadness and solemn.
Broken down,
broken through, to
the very end of
where I need to be
but yet, could never
see, the hearing you.

Neither Here Nor There

Mr. Distance travels in spells
through me and then on
to nothingness.
I thought I felt a lifetime,
for a moment,
a lifeline.
It was only a mirage in
the oppressive heat
that I could never quite reach
no matter how hard I tried.
In that moment,
it seemed,
having a tiny glimmer of
something was better
than nothing,
but I was wrong,
I want and need it all,
no in between.