The Lion on my Doorstep.

There outside my doorstep
Awaits for me
A lion,
With gaping jaws
He rips apart men
And kills all passerby’s,
Fire pours from his maw
Consuming humanity,
But for I
It flees before my voice
And my shadow
For Christ closes the door
Behind me every day.

In my Heart

The absence of your white smile
your gait and mannerisms,
Your presence has left,
I can feel it in my heart
The wish that you would set foot
on my doorstep once again,
I can feel it in my heart a
Pressing darkness that is
Set between you and I
Like the distance that separates
But cannot break us apart. 

I Can't Write.

I can't write.

It's as if a gift was torn from my child hands,

I, left alone to shed a tear upon the floor for only the floor cared

About my loss.

I can't write.

And without my pen

Where shall my

Life pass too?

Into darkness and shame

That I, a man

Cannot save.