I cry hopelessly
as this year's secret...

Drifting from station to station
with a thorn in my side from your absence...

Once in a while
when it's cold and dark...

Patiently waiting for death
to tie the knot with me...

Grief must leave this throbbing heart
before I become trapped within...

Tracing my fingers along my troubled face,
my eyes remain fixed on the weeping reflection...

Only the brave walk upon salvation,
after inept whispers from beneath the stairs...

*Challenge to write a poem from the point of view...
Countless captured moments...

In the stillness of wanting
lonely children hurt...

Trees cry
as secret memories...

I used to be envious of the power you held,
contemplating how much control you had...

Let me show you I am for real
and not a puppet on a string...