Can Sir:

I, the tumorous cancer await,

The bleeding sun no longer my wake,

The light was shining bright,

The light became a sharpened stake,

The pain was surreal,

The bright lights hidden in the shadows,

I laid there wishing upon a better life,

Watching the weeds sway in the brisk meadow,

I knew the Way was tough,

They knew what my life would become,

They basked in my light,

But took me as to be dum,

The light became faint,

The beatings became slow,

I grasped onto the thin line of hope,

But I knew only You could help this low.

In And Out:

To the naked eye the sun blazes,

I become just a passerby,

The road led down a narrow way,

All I could do was search the sky,

Humbly I plead with the grey,

The ears cut off my raspy cry,

The deep black fed off my tears,

All I could see was a doe about to die,

The past came haunting me,

It laid behind so shy,

I ran and I ran,

I soon saw how I would lie,

The future was far off,

I chased and chased,

But when my fingertips grazed your shirt,

It all went up in a blaze,

The present stared me straight in the face,

I came to the age of fear,

I fought on for a brink of anew,

But I had lost all that I held dear,

The pain would roll towards me in delight,

It bounced ever so high,

My life flashed beyond the stars of the sky,

But all I could muster is a "Goodbye". 

Dove vs The Raven

The cool breeze hiding in the summer light,

The branches waving in the morning,

The leaves kindling all that was lost,

But much more than the forgotten night,

The raven sat there waiting,

Watching the poor creatures below,

Not knowing that it itself was poor indeed,

But it never once let it show,

The dove flew by it's nest, 

Searching for food for the young,

It found wave after wave,

Then let out the song to be sung,

The night would creep in,

But only one was found,

The white light faded into the night,

And the raven was once again homely bound.   

Cracker Jack:

I ran to the edges of the Earth,

In hopes to escape your shaky grasp,

You laughed and held my childish ways,

But you yourself wore that pesky mask,

I stood there hanging myself over the edge,

My breathing slowed as I saw the ground below,

I saw myself jump towards my fateful end,

But the roots around my ankles continued to grow,

I knew my end was near,

But in the horizon it spoke of many years,

I laughed and saw my dreams become reality,

And then became the flowing of many tears,

I hung on to dear life,

Waiting, hoping for a newborn start,

But life has a narrow arrow,

And flew gracefully like an untamed dart,

As I walked away from my nearing edge,

I saw the trees quiet and hushed,

They awaited my lonely move,

But I sat by them as I was now crushed. 

Hunger Awaits:

The cool clear sky stretched across,

Perched upon the dense air,

I fought to see the light so deep,

Yet the birds kept singing to Clare,

The song was lovely,

But it was told a while ago,

It was brought to it's end,

But it was something you would know,

You sat there alone,

Waiting for a hand to feel,

Your shoulder lonely,

Pulling in your tears you reel,

The dam felt the raging tides,

You held on for dear sweet life,

The rocks cracked under pressure,

Even though you hadn't enough strife,

The sun poked out,

Seeing the sight it came to,

The sun stayed by your side,

Even when the others left you,

It's warmth caring for your losses,

It's labor through all of your pain,

Your late nights of grief,

It gave you the hope through all of your rain.