Do we walk on eggshells in rusted mind?
This has captured you;
tied you in razors, cut your sanity into fractions.
A war unheard of, drags logic across thin glass;
be careful we may break.
Listen to what they say, no harm,
no malice; I will wrap you in soft touches.
Cry with me now.
My soldier he runs, fast into darkness;
recovery unheard of, he sees comfort
in his pain.
Familiar voice calls him;
No way out, he begs for liberation,
there is nothing there, there was nothing everywhere.
Lost inside a blank palette you ask for aid
in your creation. “ I need you” a whisper so faint
begging.
Give me your hand, I will lead you.
Trust, understand, I have never wanted anything else;
my door damaged with rash decisions and hurt,
is cracked slightly and the light waits for you.
Peer in, and I will give you
what you need.
My friendship