Mellow Fellow

I'm stressed out;

Stuck on overload.

Feel like my head 

Is about to explode.

So I find some distraction, 

Begin to unload

And before you know it, 

I'm good as gold.

Adrift

You see I'm in pain

And ask what you can do.

I don't have an answer

But I confide in you.

I have no expectations,

I'm too overwhelmed

By the things that are happening.

I'm out of my depth.

I'm weak and exhausted.

I'm all out of fight.

All I can do now

Is float on the tide.

Unfeeling, unheeding

In these final throws,

I breathe out a sigh 

Then let myself go.

Aviary Revolution

No more dark thoughts of dread

Like thunder pounding in my head.

No more long nights lying awake

In fear of the searching light of daybreak.

No more of the excuses that I once wore

Like dirty bandages over putrid sores.

No more cringing at the stares I've borne

From soulless children of the corn.

Content no more with the crusts of bread

That keep me little more than dead.

No more! I say. Nay, I cry!

While from mountain peaks that touch the sky

My soul, unfettered from the earth,

Takes wing and soars amidst the mirth

Of freedom's wind and bliss' rain

Far from the dying echoes of pain.