That Which Holds the Pieces

Look through the glass and then address

The heaving that is in your chest,

For only then will you release

And then the pain be put to rest.

See past the lies and into that

Which holds the pieces of your past,

For only then will you let go

Of things that cannot truly last.

Look through the panes and see the stars;

The people passing, and the cars;

For only then will you be free

And finally come back to me.

Blank

no punctuation
no capitalization
blank and foreboding
is the page that i write
no beginning    no end
no middle    no sense
its a jangled up mess
a wasps nest of confusion
the words are a trap
a buzz in my head
i cant ignore them
wont ignore them
but they make me bleed
i feel a duty to them
these shattered pieces of my soul
they cannot go unwritten
but as they pour from my lips
and drip from my pen
i cant help but wonder
if he would be proud