What have you done?
Where are you now?

It’s not a first,
you didn’t learn a thing –
and now you start to pray
to angels in the skies and all the ones beyond,
wash away my fear
let me hurt them all
my true words be spilling all feelings that’ve gone wrong,
even if I stay alone
and my poetry may never find a home,
in the deepest dark
let me find a path to light…

What have I done?
Where are we now?

A cruel thing did happen
along with deeds I’ve done
the pastor tried to save me
but all I were was scribbles on the wall,
speak to summon me
and hold on to the shapes I drew on you,
dancing on the silence
a tribute for the wild,
I’m more awake in dreaming
mornings bring the night,
for a falling star I witnessed wished upon my heart…