He seems sad inside, an unhappy place.
There is a war that rages within, the sides are undefined.
His light has to fight to get out, and it turns cold in its struggle.
He is alone but his loneliness is crowded.
There is no room in his heart, it is full of useless memories,
Wasted space, rooms of used feelings, empty promises, broken dreams.
Nothing belongs only to him, just his, only his.
He tries to be universal, but his soul is battered and sore.
He dreams and wants but denies himself,
He holds tight as he pushes away, searching,
Always searching and seeking,
Stop… be still…let it catch you.
I can’t fix him but I can
Hold him and love him while he mends.