Seven years past (poem)

Seven years,

tell me all that can happen,

tell me a story about a boy

who becomes a man,

falls in love

and loses more than he imagined.

My story.

Record for me my madness,

every little obsession,

every time I had trouble letting go,

and everything that I've learned

about myself,

and about us.

A childhood home left,

eternal goodbyes we never want to say,

but must be said eventually.

Goodbye to the first love,

and the second and the third,

but hopefully not this one.

A child wandering through the grey,

lost in the uniform landscape

who stumbles upon a vivid forest.

Put pen to paper

and he is ablaze,

the child of fire is home.

Seven years,

we could never say what will happen,

and we could never say it all.

Too much has happened

in the past seven years of my life,

when this all began.

-Zero

The Coming of the Light (poem)

I felt it all slipping away

last winter.

In a place I called home,

where I no longer belonged.

Surrounded by hope

but unable to touch it.

I would lie on the couch,

alone in my apartment -

in the center of town,

yet isolated -

and I would dream of the life

I once had.

Lost in loneliness,

I withered.

For all the light that poured in

through all of my windows,

I lived alone in the dark

with nothing but sorrowful songs.

I would go to the theatre

to distract me,

only to return home in tears,

having witnessed a story not mine,

a life I desperately wanted

like the dead wish for life.

Then my grandmother passed...

the thought killed me,

the darkness tempted me so I hid

in a bright cafeteria,

but I still couldn't see the light,

only shadows moving through the ink.

And then she came -

just a girl but a light -

Hope.

Belonging.

The promise of a future,

a boat out to rescue me.

With her there,

everything changed.

The light poured forth,

enveloping me and the world,

imbuing all with the infinite,

returning me home.

One day she left,

frightened by the shadows of the past,

uneasy about the infinite,

about ever after...

But the light stayed,

unafraid of the shadows it casts.

-Zero

I don't want to fail You (poem) - live long enough to become the hero

You know what?

I'm afraid,

terrified even.

I feel inadequate,

not ready,

unable to do what I must.

There's this big unknown,

this abyss of uncertainty,

and there's no escaping it.

All I can do,

all I seem to do,

is fall into failure.

I don't want to fail You

because You believe in me,

even when I hide behind a mask.

Through all the storms in my mind,

You were there consoling me,

until all was calm again.

When I was lost,

You found me and gave me a torch

so I could find my way.

But its light isn't enough now,

it's just darkness below,

like a drop off into the void.

And as I stare into the darkness,

I feel forsaken by You,

and the terror of it holds me still.

Yet I know You are here,

waiting for me to choose to jump,

or run away.

-Zero

God will show me the way (poem) - live long enough to become the hero

I'm always told

that God will show me the way,

and if I listen,

all will be well.

Yet somehow,

I've been left with debt,

and little means

of release.

And I try to walk,

but it's so heavy I barely move,

and the path

goes on without me.

-Zero