Little Past Four
It’s a little past four
My thoughts are racing
All the faces I’ve taken
Many dreams I’ve dreamt
Loves I lost and Love I found
All strike me down
Pretend the present suitable
Make my daily rounds
Speaking to young minds
Walk with tender thoughts
Hold not the world to fault
Yet lost am I in who I am
Never finding stable ground
Relics of past phases find way
To plague the stage
As if only to say
I am afraid
I am lost
I am the damned
Waiting for my day
Dare not to be true
It might not be enough
To save the life
To end the pain
To hold the flames
Waiting in burdened hearts
My character not in books
Only nightmares I frequent
Day to day wasting away
Nature she calls
Asking my life be found

