Struggling towards Haven

Apr 06, 2008 - 07:42 AM PST

Tears cascade down the creases in his face
Lines drawn through the gritty buildup of the ages
Reaching out to an uncaring world determined to find a friendly face
Words appear and rearrange through this poor man's unwritten pages

Laughter rings out in the dark of night
He cannot contain the hysteria of his unmarked passage
Sounds the world has grown to fear this night
Unable to accept the young man's message

Haven, sweet Haven, where might I find you he cries
An inner struggle takes him into sickness which only he can cure
The place he seeks, this Haven, founded on so many lies
Where he belongs he will ne'er be sure