Trials

You cannot ask a blind man to see,
Nor a child to understand.
When the effort is pointless,
And your actions void of meaning.
So I focus my mind unto a different place,
One that promises at least an ounce of hope,
A glimmer of light in a darkness path
Because I know when I am fighting a losing battle
I know when a prayer is unanswered
And I know when wisdom is my only option
To realize that what I cannot control,
What is beyond my grasp,
Is only meant to be that way,
To stay that way.
So I follow a different trail
And although I cannot see the end
Past all the bending trees and testing earth,
I know that I am safe,
And blessed enough
To take another step.

Ghost

He makes me cold, so incredibly fucking cold,
In the most horrible way quite possible,
My fingers are sticks of frozen ice
As the ghost flows his way past me,
Sometimes right through me,
Smirking as he does it,
As if he plays this sort of game all the time
But I am the only one who actually feels him 
So he takes note of this, and amuses himself,
The way my spine freezes up,
And my neck goes cold,
And my speech gets all stuttery and awkward-sounding,
I don't think it’s very funny at all, Mr. Ghost, Sir,
Because you're crossing a thin line here.
And you've forgotten just how easily
I can turn on all the lights,
And reveal to the world
That you aren't really dead.

Wise Old Mind

I had a choice to leave my wise old mind
Behind and become a child once more
Who looked at the sky
And ran in crooked lines and smiled,
And knew nothing
Of the world or people or things that mattered
And I asked myself,
If I was happy
And I realized
That I couldn't find an answer.