Bridges

Mountains of gold
So many stories to be told
The sun creeps over the ridges
In rays like heavens bridges
These scars of the earth blanketed by snow
No imperfections to show
Silhouetted by the sun behind
Or by the Son divine.
One ray left as the sun goes down
The hills fall asleep in their snowy gown.

Melted

All these built up emotions causing personal distortions
I pound the escape key trying to abort them
But they're brought to the surface
in an emotional outburst with no purpose
I read people like open books
analyzing the cracks and nooks
I can see the pain and sorrow in the eyes of my peers
I cling to there suffering until it brings me to tears
I just want to help them because I know the dark places we go
I wish I could take there burdens and let there light glow
But I don't have the ability
to give another human perfect tranquility
this power of mine to see right into you
causes emotional chaos and my thoughts become askew
here I am trying to help everyone else
while I watch as my personal psychi melts
It's a viscous cycle as others problems light the wick
and with an ADHD mind it burns so quick
The melted wax fuels my tear glands with tears so thick