i am the harbinger the bringer of things
i don't understand to people
i never knew. each encounter
each fleeting gaze i bring
something new.

and i find the truth in the nothing
i can't escape.
i listen for freedom but...

the lies beguile the reasons
and I am left wondering what
if anything does it mean.

i never sleep for
the weight on my chest
if i ever stopped i would be
crushed by guilt.

I am the harbinger and
for that i am cursed.
i bring the creative and destructive
old life and new death
to the waiting arms of the weary and the damned.

everyday i wait for the sunset
to hide my sins and pain.
to slip through the shadows unnoticed
by those, who in turn
wait for me.

12/08/2009

Author's Note: Nate! you sir are the man! if you haven't been to his library, i recommend it! he is pretty much an amazing poet.

Posted on 12/08/2009
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