Well I never thought I was lonely
until I looked her in the eye
and I never thought I needed her
till she said goodbye
and I never thought I was broken
until she helped me heal
and I never knew comfort
like the way she made me feel
and I never knew scared
until my father died
and I never did cry
I guess I had too much pride
Don’t let go, don’t let go. What was once yours, slipping ever so slowly.
Lost focus. Carelessness. Pride.
Tighten your grip, C’mon, before it’s too late. Don’t let go.
Stop standing idle, take control, tighten your grip.
For God’s sake, DO NOT LET GO.
That’s what happens. Juggling the unnecessary and humoring the needless.
Softening your grip.
Now too late, losing all control.
A once bolstering man, reduced to nothing.
Sweaty hands.. Just Don’t let go. Don’t let her go.
How did this happen..
Out into the Frontier
We ride
Our Hearts filled with Fear
And Foolish Pride
Into broken Horizon
And slate coloured Waves
Rain pours on
Over hollow caves
Of water and Cold
The roll of Thunder
Seals our Last oathe sold
To skeleton hands that drag us under
The moving hills are tombs
In the place that is Never still,
Where Liquid Mountains boom
As their Hollow caverns fill
And Empty waves
Pound away in the Madness
Nothing else saves
Us from our Sadness.
Out into the Frontier
We ride,
To Disappear,
To Hide.
Original Poetry 