The Silent Struggle

Written by: Kalen Lewis

Where do the shadows collect on your face?
Under the eyes,
Hidden in your cheeks.
Where does the darkness battle with the light?
When you can't sleep,
In the dead of the night.
Where can I find your unconscious soul?
Buried in my heart,
A big black hole.

Written September 19, 2015
To those battling with PTSD.

Sonnet 106

William Shakespeare

When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see desciptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of food, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have expressed
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
And, for they looked but with divining eyes,
They had not skill enough your worth to sing:
     For we, which now behold these present days,
     Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.