The collective result

Lost in a sea of what was...
Calming like Water 
yet burns to the touch...
Violent like methanized Geysers.

Lied to by the promise of 3.
The past, tomorrow and this Present...

Was so happy to see your open armed Welcome
Although my stay home was often too Seldom
And my hatred burned to degrees that one shouldn't fathom,
I hope to be shed from this sorrowful
Pattern.

I'm a saint who upholds justice 
with a temperament wrath as combustious 
And a liar both cunning, while too eager for sharing.

I'm known by too many, 
with names almost as much do vary
To be called just one,
But for clarification purposes
I'll think on it, rather than giving you none...

I'm the one who stands watch 
among rubbles of our broken home like
a picture placed time in monochrome...
Yes humbled I still stumble 
to repair what I know is too far gone...
For it gives us a purpose
and makes one in all feel strong
Before that dreadful goodnight...
Unrendered the time to right
All our wrongs...

Just call us... You're prodigal son