A new day is born.

A new day is born… bright eyes awake. And my heavy eyes still look… staggering in awe as the sun rises. The rolling clouds flooded with purple haze… pondering the past days. Standing alone… my mind fragmented. The still shinning moon cutting through the clouds, one star still burns. The red and purple giving the prediction of a new day… the wind blowing; the earth giving a sigh as the night passes. My weak body slumped over the wooden steps… these steps… the dead wood of once lively tree. Its death taken so we may advance to a higher place… now a resting place for my wretched body. With the awake of a new day my dark heavy eyes still hold true to my empty heart. The birds calling… the few patches of green grass that still survive catch my eyes… the thought of the pains others shall face brings tears… the pain… the whilmful pain still remains. With a new day new life is born… a new chance. The world renewed. This world still a child much like us… still wondering still searching. Still wanting. Still… hurting. Only the thoughts of new life bring a dim smile to my face… I still wonder why my mother still bestows hate in her heart when her eyes are cast upon my pale face… a face that can never bare a true smile anymore. Still wondering if my painting still give artifice to others… the picture I paint of myself to them… this picture. The one they want… in the slumbering decay of myself… I paint the picture of my illusion. An ill gained man… from his flows stupidity. I push all away… bringing all of my scorn forward only to push them backwards… cutting my eyes to the shadows so no light shall enter… nor can they stare into them… seeing me. It is the dying heart that gives me my love… the one everyone wants to break. “Break nothing that is broken; no one can mend what is unmendable.” When will I awake as the world does… when will the pain die… when will I finally be able to live… to have happiness in my heart without the tears of others falling… and with that falling so does my smile. I have my love and what it means to me… why am I the only one that believes it so… how am I to truly know love when the only love I have been shown is the endowment of pain. My rotting soul chastised by the dismal embrace of a fallen tear. As this world I am a child… yet my youth dies… but never shall the youth of my love for it is eternal. "A child’s heart can only be matched to infinity"
Soft and sweet are the pedals or a rose… nil and serrated are mine. A flower that never should bloom yet I did blossom… I was watered from the tears of others and the light that they few did shine towards me did give me food… my roots are deep in this earth perhaps to deep…