Temper My Strength

Beads of sweat across my brow,

Intent as I show my care.

I only know one way to love,

Everything laid out bare.

They cast doubt in my intentions.

Still I keep my grip firm.

Though I’ve been made,

Their scapegoat villain.

They shout from the sidelines,

Building walls hindering your sight.

I try to pull you closer,

Giving you space to win your fight.

The conflict in our game,

I see reflected in your eyes.

As you cater to those beside you,

Trying to reconcile their lies.

My pain from your distrust,

Shadowed by desire for your best.

I temper my strength in this fight,

Trusting you’ll see my sacrifice.

So I drop my end of this rope,

In our game of tug and war.

I step back in my leave,

my callused hand ready,

to take yours with care.

Strength Not Found Here

So what if I decide,

To ignore tomorrow?

The days will shine on;

The sun rendering it’s care.

The affect of my ripple,

Gradually diminishing in air;

Legends are built by brute force,

Requiring strength not found here.

You pull from my coffers,

Emptied by your greed.

Leaving a debt only I can pay,

While you run free.

Used only as a distraction,

For your convenience.

Remember; a novelty rarely,

Outlives its season.

Who dictated that I,

Must be denied my desires?

Making all the right choices,

Yet still burnt by pain’s fire?

Are you to say whether,

The result is worth my tears?

If your smile outweighs the pain;

The anguish here laid bare?

So don’t mind me,

If I go on to ignore tomorrow.

For just like a water’s ripple,

So shall fade your sorrow.

Empty City

There’s nothing I enjoy more,

Than the silence of an empty city.

Where the lights change with no purpose;

Where the animals have taken the square.

A calm respite from the bitterness,

Of our newfound days.

I can smell the subtle healing,

From the previous day’s tear.

Though through the stillness,

I face with a deafening stare,

Fear of what tomorrow may bring.

A sad anticipation.

Hopeless in its vision.

No matter the heart’s desire,

Yesterday has seemingly,

defined tomorrow.

My soul breaks,

As creation despairs.

Together whispering;

“No more tears.”