THIS WALL

 

 

THIS WALL

 

Words fill the crevices of my mind.

Emotions that are too hard to find.

 

Love poetry trembles from my lips.

Your passion I can bear in small sips.

 

Behind closed eyes, I can still see your face.

Hard features I cannot seem to erase.

 

Filled pages fall from my open fingers.

The unspoken love sonnet still lingers.

 

Maybe I should burn my wall of pages

To help clear my mind of these wild rages.

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PETALS TO THE SKY

DON’T LEAVE ME

 

 

Please don’t set.

Don’t remove your light.

Your warmth.

Your heat.

The nights are cold.

The shadows are long.

Don’t allow the moon its space.

It brings horror in its light.

Shadows in its path.

Please don’t leave me.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE RAINBOW

 

THE RAINBOW

Some days can be heartless.

Some days cruel.

Bringing sorrow and tears.

Bringing you down to your knees.

Until you give up hope.

Give up on your dreams.

Refuse to lift your head.

Refuse to face another day.

And then comes the rainbow.

DROWNING

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I’m lost,

Drowning in despair,

Falling deeper into sorrow.

I want to let go,

And sink to the bottom,

My head submerged.

With no fight left in me,

No will to go on,

The darkness will take me.

Into its arms,

I willingly go.

I’m ready to surrender

To the everlasting void.

WASH AWAY MY PAIN AND SORROW

 

 

 

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.

The ocean may take it far away,
To places, we cannot even say.
Where no one recognizes its sting
Or knows the infliction it can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine,
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.

STAND TALL

BUDS OF HOPE
In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.
These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range.
We are attacked by...

 

 

In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.

These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range.
We are attacked by sounds from each direction,
Leaving no time for thinking and reflection.

These flowers know what’s real,
They go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
They grow wild without any tussle.

A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need.
To recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this.
A zest for life is what I dearly miss.