For Yet Again

For the beating of my heart
For the failure of each start
For the leaves entwined in ink
For the depths to which I sink

For the losing of control
For the void within my soul
For the words that gave their life
For the love that turned to strife

For the lips that form false smiles
For the dark untrodden miles
For the mask I once more wear
For the pain that lives in care

For the waking of my eyes
For the breaking of torn ties
For the thoughts that never sleep
For the vows I meant to keep

For the friendships now in shreds
For the selfish tears I shed
For the son almost unknown
For the wild oats I’ve sown

For the friends in need of cheer
For the enemies that jeer
For the break of each new day
For the truths that strangers say

For the last glimpse of the stars
For the locking of the bars
For the losing of my fate
For the help that hopes too late

For the pain of getting well
For the half-truths that I tell
For the fear of the unknown
For the path I walk alone

For the tears they made me weep
For the anger that I keep
For the hopes at once betrayed
For the wrath confinement made

For the tears I cannot bring
For the songs I dare not sing
For the years forever gone
For the years still yet to come

For the words I cannot write
For the dark that ne’er sees light
For the formless pain I bear
For the emptiness I fear

for all these for help I sought
for all these answers I seek
for all these my chains were wrought
for all these…I am not weak