Hides in the shadows with no hope for tomorrow,

He avoids his own reflection because

He is afraid of its youthful lesson;

He cowers and shakes,

For the pain he can no longer take,

He cries and screams

While he runs from his dreams,

He desperately wants to live

While denying his earthly gift –

I contemplate my uncle

On a humid summer night,

A man with profound genius

And tortured by immense pain,

The collective war insanity

That erased his very name –

So sick that he’s ill,

So ill that he’s sick –

Endless obsessions and compulsions

That makes his mind frantically tick –

But he’s no different from you or me –

He’s just a voluntary prisoner

That cannot see –

The voices are not his and the choices

Are not theirs,

Lost to his own chatter

He cannot find his true words –

I see the glimmer in your eyes

That occasionally set you free,

If only you break these bad habits,

You’d spread your wings and see –

It’s the beauty that gracefully flies

As life’s lesson never dies –

I wish you peace,

I wish all peace,

But the light in my head has grown dim,

Maybe I’ll find you

Living the life that you deserve to live

In the light of the telescope

To the stars,

To the infinite love

That you thought you couldn’t give –

To bed with my words,

With my leather-bound book,

And her truth speaks,

Another moment it took.