Standing weak in the field of fists,
trying to crawl with broken wrists,
never getting anywhere like this,
trying to move but they never miss,
hitting hard and sometimes not so much,
only wanting once for a sympathetic touch,
a helping hand among them clenched tight,
all of which want to taunt and fight,
pushing forth and being pulled back,
the onslaught of pain from consistent attack,
taking it as trying to return it would only fail,
the sickness injects deeper into the skin of pale,
drawing out the strength once in the muscled meat,
with the last moment of deciding to admit defeat.

Nest of swirling pieces gathered up,
looking like a bowl or thick wooden cup,
little bird turns and moves quickly around,
making a light high pitched sprinkling sound,
tilting head and fluttering around eggs kept still,
another twig added for strength so they won't spill,
flying around to gather more for the larger growing nest,
as earlier before the eggs she met a male with a bright chest,
searching for food of worms and bugs her only meal,
such a large nest in the small tree hard to conceal,
returning when darkness and cold are near,
snakes and other birds being her only fear,
as the days pass and they will hatch,
hearing inside the beginning scratch,
breaking through to the air,
now she has to prepare.

Two walked along the crooked road,
one was tall and other carried load,
squinting eyes and giggling at another,
being small and youngest of a single mother,
the two teased him while walking from school,
calling him names of being a fool,
the time passed as each day he ignored,
knowing the two were just very bored,
it came close to the years end,
as he was teased about having no friend,
still ignoring those taunts and names,
he didn't want to play their stupid games,
then came the final and last day,
turning around with this time something to say,
all the pressures built up over that year,
as what he told the two gave them both fear,
they left him alone and never spoke again,
forever in their memories of back then.

Step one is to become better at all i do,
more caring and giving before step two,
no longer with shadows behind my burn,
finding all i need and want to learn,
to entertain and not appear above,
just to remain equal in each love,
holding those i care as i soar,
hoping this life can give some more,
reaching the heights of that symbolic hill,
working on this useful skill,
to tell the stories of interesting travels,
as in the end i hope it all unravels,
uncovering the shell of the start,
with the minutes beating my heart.

Her love for him was like a treasure,
he gave his love and always pleasure,
her hands touched and glide along his skin,
his eyes showed love from deep within,
she told him things that made him proud,
his trust in her was always allowed,
they just met but known all their life,
both like married as husband and wife,
he held her close for sexual things,
she accepted all pleasures he brings,
at the final moment she bites him dead,
because she the spider has a stripe of red.

Casting the net across with a line,
using the tool with its intended design,
rolling the wheels along the path,
eventually ending in a soothing bath,
Crafting the measures of pleasing sight,
and leading towards what is always right,
nothing is given unless it never gains,
circles of spirals starting the pains,
ending the future of those with a past,
ruining all plans until the breath of last.

It is time I awaken from the deep,
Forever and forgotten during my sleep,
To rise from this place i have come,
My heart starts the sound of a drum,
The skin tensions after its degrade,
of scales and cracks in lightless fade,
with a final movement hard to try,
opening to stare with a glowing eye,
climbing the rocks of sharpened stone,
I have returned to the world now unknown.

Stepping footprints with heel and toes,
over the edge of the cliff water flows,
seeing through a gap of trees along,
the bridge to the other side still strong,
folding map placed in the pack secure,
reaching the bridge now unsure,
wooden planks with rotting rope,
to cross this spot was little hope,
deciding fast as hours late,
the first step taken is fate,
gripping hands glide the rough,
checking if the bridge can hold enough,
another step placed on noisy wood,
relief now as this spot is good,
walking across without a care,
to the other side completely unaware,
directly into the waiting trap,
just after the small bridge gap,
now joining with others dead,
should have payed attention instead.

shadows of mountains glide over the hills,
slowly they move as if photography stills,
water ripples dark and light of the suns reflection,
distant mountain shapes fade to perfection,
the mind floats and feels far away,
past the clouds beyond the gray,
things that worry are gone from mind,
as they are easily left behind,
a touch of warmth pressed to release,
melting away so the troubles cease,
drawing back with a refreshing feeling,
showing a smile which is easily revealing.

a mistake was made but corrected quick,
while the body was exhausted and sick,
but still the job was done with enough time,
while still treated as if it was a crime,
shaking hands and sweating beads,
serving forever in others needs,
if they happy then another happy too,
this is known only by select few,
going home and collapsing in a bed,
thinking it would be better to be dead,
another day comes and goes,
as pressures build and anger grows,
nothing comes but a small satisfied day,
maybe this is the curse that will stay,
these moments all mean nothing last,
as they were all thousands of years in the past.