Graveyard

I am worn out.
I have gone far too far
with little to no sleep
and my body cant take much more I...


...am tired.


I have calloused feet calling out for release
from this boneyard
but the remains here are worse than death

Everyday I walk over the graves of forgotten poems
every word I couldnt find
every thought i couldnt hold

I murdered them of their passion
with a blade of insufficiency
and now I am forced to step through the holes of their potential
wishing like hell i had never met them

the tombstones here, hold the names of every person they were meant to save
every ear that only stuck around because they believed there was something
in this world worth listening to.


"Here lies katharine, she almost believed in true love"

"elijah, he could have welcomed the sun instead of beckoning for the dark"

"Kodi..."
"she would have found Jesus, and lived with you forever"


But the problem is, I am not an angel
my words cant sprout wings,
their shoulder blades were ruined long ago
chasin a stupid dream that was just too heavy

my halo is more crooked than time
Jealousy pulled it down around my throat
and reminded me "youre just not good enough,"
"your poems are emptier than your starving heart"

my dreams are plotting their revenge
I dont sleep anymore
Im too afraid of the hearts my poems could have brought back to life
but i couldnt set them free.


so Father forgive this poet for he knows not what he can do
He gave up on Your gift a long time ago
he crushed Your hands beneath His stomach
and he forgot how to breathe

Your Word cant stay here
theres just no room at the inn.




This is the curse of a poet.
behind every decent performance lies 50 that could have stopped war
but they turned the gun on themselves


I want to change the world
Free them of pain, take away their tears
I wanna show them the light over Calvary's Hill


I just have to get out of this graveyard