The calendar weeps pages
To all else a new slate awaits
You stand at the edge of the tower
Threatening the birds awake
But the sun no longer shines
So time is measured
with linings of clouds
split seconds by the rain
Like the sun’s rays you hid
and secluded your good
Hid away in the shadow
of disappointed, accusing words
Turning yourself in for the worst
You found comfort in detachment
Nothing hurts when you’re unconcerned
Because none bothered to let their heart
sync with your humanity, understand
The reasons you sought sanity,
The reasons for your delicate taste
The reason you seek destruction
All the reasons that you hesitate
all your happiness, your treasures
Your seamless thoughts, clever words
Understands more than their minds ever could
Still they’ll never see more than a disarray
When night blindfolds their hearts
in the light of another’s day
