Time has stopped in mid-flight.
Clouds have ceased circling the earth.
The sun refuses to show its face.
Time has come to an end.
My heart feels hollow and empty.
Panic fills the empty spaces.
My love has come to an end
And so too has mankind.
A battle rages between my lovers
Built upon passion and deceit.
The winner takes all,
And soon even me.
The earth trembles in despair.
A blanket of darkness covers all.
The battle rages in its fury.
Clashes of swords echo its thunder.
Frozen in place I stand,
Waiting for the uncertain outcome.
Who will be left standing
to take my cold hand?
A fellow author is compiling poetry from authors on her WordPress site. The topic is letting go. I sat down and wrote this poem about my brother. As tears fell from my eyes, I felt sad and happy at the same time. Sad that I will never see him again, and happy that I can share my love with others.
Can I ever let go?
Can I ever let go of your touch?
At night, I dream of your fingers.
I can’t believe I miss you so much.
Your strokes through my hair still linger.
Can I ever let go of your eyes?
With great pride, you watched me grow.
I dearly pray for one last surprise.
You to return to me, I know.
I know my prayers won’t be answered.
My wishes never come true.
But I still have hopes to be answered.
And one day to see you too.
Can I ever let go of your humor?
Your wit and jokes had lightened my days.
I know this is much more than a rumor
That I’ll never have you brighten my days.
Days keep on passing.
But life must go on.
My heart is fasting
Each day it beats on.
Can I ever let go of you?
To my dearest, older brother,
My answer is a ‘no’ to you.
You weren’t only my brother.
You helped my mother to raise me.
You provided light for her blind eyes.
You’ll always be the best of me.
Until the day, I close my own eyes.
My Battered Heart
The rose drifts to the ground,
Petals dry and wilting in the cold breeze.
A death resembling the demise of my heart
As an unraveling of feelings turns to dust.
A shoe grinds the rose petals to oblivion,
The preferred state of my battered heart.
The wind lifts the remnants of the flower
to circle around me with its dying breath.
Heartache is for me.
My heart yearns for thee.
Lies fall so easily from your lips.
They feel salty on my fingertips.
I must remain strong.
I hope I am wrong.
I need proof to trust you once more.
My heart is breaking at its core.
The salty mist soothes me.
The wind caresses me.
But I feel cold deep inside.
I need a safe place to hide.
Artist: Saint Carlito
There is no one inside.
Nothing at all to hide.
Some people are deep.
Others are asleep.
Which one of these are you?
Are you one of the few?
The ones who actually care
when your heart is about to tear.