Late Night's IWhat am I to do?Late Night's I by MythGuy
This affliction has me bound,
And I have not a clue,
Why during night, not day, I can be found.
I'm not yet an insomniac;
I simply stay up far too late.
And sleep is of no lack.
Nor is it sunlight which I hate.
Perhaps my heart doth quell,
by the peace and quiet,
of my family as to bed they've fell.
But truly, I don't buy it.
I've tried, you see, for sleep.
Counting sheep, though, is inane,
After the tenth I fear I'll go insane.
So rest, it seems, is still not mine to keep.
Perhaps I've tried my best?
It sounds, though, like a jest,
but I think that's all I can invest.
If you think you can make me sleep,
And please, not a way that involves sheep,
Then please, oh please-- be my guest.
Aching HeartsI hear them in the night:Aching Hearts by MythGuy
The hearts crying with the pain.
They have forgotten the assurance of trust.
Due not to not giving it,
But due indeed to giving it forth in abundance.
They cry in the night, those hearts.
I know not what to do to quell those pains.
I pick them up as if babies,
I rock them, but it helps them not.
I turn away.
Their pain is too strong,
I'll come again in the morrow.
I push my way into the room with the crying hearts,
but I hear no wailing,
not even a snuffle.
I allow myself the briefest moment of joy,
Joy that they may well been healed by time,
But as I look in a bed that they had laid,
I knew this not the case,
As they did not lay there now,
but only their pieces.
Try as I might,
I eventually admit,
over my beard long and gray,
That I had not when I first started,
That these pieces, no longer fit to one another,
and these hearts would never be whole again.
True to My Paper and InkColor and hair;True to My Paper and Ink by MythGuy
Paint and brush.
I look around,
And all I find
Are drawings abound,
So unlike my kind.
White and black;
Paper and ink.
I look on down,
At the book in my hands all curled,
I am shown
A whole new world.
True and false;
Reality and facade.
Those with tools of art,
Probably think their crafts fine!
But I''ll play it smart,
And stick with the tools that are mine.