How can I tell the stars I'm lost with a smile

A long journey but can see the end from here

Listening to stories of how things are isn't right 

How can I start back from where I stop from

A call to tell and a cry for a shoulder to lie on

Easy to say in parables but the pains are much

Life is story best written within lines unknown 

The person I could tell all is on call far away

A soul I could share all is in her perfect life

How will I make my tears a burden to others 

If nights were days then everyone would see

If days were nights then all won't be like this

A bottle holds all I've brought out from my eyes

A heart holds all the broken pieces of myself 

Yet something still feels not right at nighttime 

I miss days I was the Emmanuel with no worries 

Dad by my side with stories to tell that frightens 

Mom with her attention that is more than priceless 

Siblings that will always annoy with a smile on me

And a smile that brought us all together at night

The Poet