A Walk Alone

Carrying the heaviness he cannot lay down,
He heaves a sign, bearing a frown,
Stifling his boiling frustration within,
He gasps out, struggling to breathe in,

He sets out, leaving all behind,
Upon a walk outside, a journey within,
Hoping to escape from his own self,
But carrying still, the carrier of burden,

Unaware of his route, on he walks,
Wishing to hear his soul's talk,
Walking faster still, he turns back,
Hoping he's ahead of his worries and thoughts,

Further, he walks, now slower,
For his breathing's calmed and his pressure's lower,
He proceeds ahead, on the side of the unknown road,
That time's traversed a million times,

Into the night, he moves on,
Wishing for the streetlights to stay on,
A jolt of fear breathes life back into his chest,
And he sees he should return, for his own best,

He quickens his pace, feeling lighter,
Away from the race, his face a little brighter,
He smiles to himself, taking a familiar turn,
That looked so new, in the absence of the sun,

He sees now, as he sees his home from afar,
That his life isn't his self, nor are his burdens and fears,
That they're just a fabric wrapped around him when he's cold,
Staying only as tight as he wills,

He turns now, to face his beautiful home,
Refreshed, nay, enlightened, with a wordless wisdom,
Ready to look his problems in the eye,
And conquer them, with newfound zeal.

The Clock

Tick away, my dear friend,
As I stare at your face with no end,
In impatient anticipation of that waited hour,
Or perhaps the arrival of untellable terror,

You're the only friend when I'm loneliest,
My sole companion on sleepless nights,
Listening to my woes so patient,
Your ticks pounding like a a caring heart,

You hold me forever with your arms long,
Feeding me with the power to become strong,
Healing my wounds like I'd never thought,
Leaving behind even a scar not,

If only I could touch your face beyond the glass,
And your hands could reach out of the pin at last,
I'd embrace you 'til my arms hurt,
And hold you there, 'til we're pulled apart.