Seeking Sunrise

I know you had to go,

but it's so hard for me.

Even when I wasn't there,

I never wanted you to leave.

I had the very best of you,

in the palm of my hand,

but in my complete blindness,

you sifted like grains of sand.

All the signals you must have given,

how could I ever have missed?

Your unconditional love,

everyday that I risked.

 

Then when it flat lined,

I guess I was surprised.

But I should have seen it coming,

through the windows of your eyes.

 

You never know what you have,

until it is gone.

What I had in you,

brought each days dawn.

 

So now my days are dark,

because the sun doesn't rise.

And I waste every wish,

on the darkness to subside.

 

Written by George Lynch

While at Mayo Correctional Institution

Dedicated to H.S. 

The Last Mystery of the Universe

Let me ask just one simple question.

There is only one thing left I need to know.

You see, I have given up trying to understand women,

but why is it peanuts always come out whole?

I can go through life not knowing why they cry,

or why it is they must always come and go.

The mystery I cannot figure out at all is,

Why do peanuts always come out whole?

I have bought the pretty flowers and opened the doors.

I can remember the favorite colors and funny things told.

It just completely behooves me to think,

why peanuts always come out whole!

 

So when I start to get confused about women,

and feeling as if my heart will not recovery from the low,

I can always reflect on the last mystery of the universe,

"Why do peanuts always have to come out whole?"

 

Written by George Lynch

 

Fairwell Disguise

In my life I have hid behind my disguise,

not wanting any to know who was I,

and if I could replay the not so wise,

you would know now deep the problem lies.

Underneath a surface so cold,

there is always a story to be told,

of one who's afraid to step in the fold,

trusting in something he cannot hold.

Although faith is made by the step,

and trusting is how promises are kept,

finding I would never be the only one left,

I removed my disguise to show the rest.

Here I stand face to face,

I've moved but never changed place,

know I'm ready to open my case,

too soon is better than too late.

Now here I stand in front of you,

It's your decision on what you do,

turn and walk away if you choose,

or love the person I've changed into.

 

Written by George Lynch

While at Mayo Correctional Institution

My Still Memories

All the simple memories,

Captured, frozen in time.

These I have collected,

memories I wish could be mine.

There are scenes of many smiles,

that have moved my many tears,

and as I take each memory in,

I feel the distance of so many years.

These memories I should have witnessed,

but now I only get second rate,

and as I hold them in my hand,

the pain of joy becomes my emotional state.

I see the loving laughter,

but so far from me is the sound,

this is what tears me apart,

why memories cut so deep down.

Even though I may I hold these memories by hand,

in my heart, these I will never know.

So I place them in the protection,

of a book I never close.

 

Written by George Lynch

While at Mayo Correctional Institution.