Let me hear you

 Let me hear your heart sing

The joy and sunshine that it brings

To my demise

With heavy drops of acid washed sunrise

The foot falls of another darker age

When agony is all the latest rage

Where atrophy is purest status quo

To you and everyone in tow I will say - “No more!”

A message lost on waves of bile and hate

A man, a woman, someone seeking to relate

Amongst the colorblind exceptions, broken us

In pieces of dividing, armored glass

I see reflection of your inner song 

And watch your lost perfection far too long

I hear your heart, it ain’t my beat

In silence, face down at your feet

I beg for silence, drool and spit

But all I get is modicum of useless grit

A whisper of regret, and melody of you

I asked to hear your heart, and now I do!

Somebody

I never had somebody call me home

And rarely I am with someone not alone 

So barely a touch will make me whole

If only somebody would take me home!

I frequently despise my awkward self

When I am lost and broken on an empty shelf

I’m often friend to darkness, into it I delve

Unless somebody finds my inner self!

You walk on by my pale empty prose

Dreams shatter leaving only flustered pose

While you pay no attention, so engrossed 

Until I call for help with rhymes not prose!

I never had somebody take my hand

While I prowl the underbelly of this wasteland

I never had somebody walk along, till end

I long to reach and find a waiting hand!

Can you be someone to somebody else?

Embrace their sorrow, offer more for less

And offer love, a touch, caress?

Can you be someone unlike me, I guess?

Echo

An empty, soulless call, a breath

The walls, the sky, world’s mess

Caricature of pure intent

Left brooding, fully spent

Produced, forgotten, my escape 

Reminding me of cruel fate

Retelling words I’d rather skip

Recurring, reoccurring, weak

And then it is no more

Acerbic sun - my ageless foe

And moon’s erratic toothless grin

With stars like needles from within 

Another breath, another step

Another day, attempt, forget

Another year, full of loss

Remainder of my awkward voice

An open door, an end of path

An “I” that’s left of former “us”

Last thing remains - let go

Of meaning, of my broken echo!