Moon |
Memories and Hurt | |
Memories and hurt hidden deep inside | |
filled with a sorrow I’ve tried to hide. | |
Something said or something done | |
brings grief and pain up like a flood. | |
For in this world I’m so very alone, | |
Surrounded by people with hearts cold as stone | |
A piece of dust is just like me— | |
small, insignificant and hardly seen | |
Brushed away without a thought | |
killing the life for which I sought. | |
Spiraling downward till on the ground I lay | |
where I am swept up and thrown away. | |
Then I’m taken away and buried deep | |
with life’s problems above me in a heap. | |
‘Tis dark inside this cave of mine | |
where not a ray of light does shine. | |
However, ‘tis better than the world I’ve left | |
where I floated through life rather bereft. | |
No more do I have to see | |
the hurt, pain and suffering; | |
This darkened world in which I now reside | |
lets the sorrow and grief I have hide. | |
I was a little piece of dust | |
in a world that was so unjust, | |
But I’m glad, from that world of hurt I’ve gone. | |
‘tis so much better then being brushed away and stepped on. | |
Here I will die in peace | |
for the angry words have ceased. | |
I’m gone, oh world that never noticed. | |
I’m gone, oh thank goodness. |
Look at me | |
Look at me, what do you see? | |
Do you see the façade or me | |
What you saw is my mask | |
which I put on as if it weren’t such a task. | |
You saw someone always ready | |
to reach out and hold you steady. | |
Someone who seemed full of joy and smiles | |
helping you see your life as worthwhile. | |
But if you saw me for who I am | |
you would see I too need a comforting hand. | |
I was a strong tower to lean on | |
but that tower just caved in. | |
No more can I hide | |
the problems inside. | |
You were so used to seeing me strong | |
How could anything be wrong? | |
Yet, to truly see me for me | |
one would have to see the grief | |
Did you find the pain, the sorrow | |
my wish there be no tomorrow? | |
What about the hurt, the tears, | |
the problems, the worries and the fears? | |
When you looked is this what you saw? | |
No, because you didn’t see me at all. |
Drowning | |
A saddened sigh escapes my lips | |
as sorrow holds me in its grip. | |
There is an empty place inside | |
where love did once reside. | |
But now all I know is the pain I feel. | |
Will my grieving heart ever heal? | |
I’ve seen so many deaths in my life | |
and some awful, hurtful strife. | |
My heart and spirit have been broken so often | |
Can nothing be done to make the pain soften? | |
I’ve grown so weary of this hurt and pain | |
Isn’t there any joy that remains? | |
Silently my tears lull me to sleep | |
yet, sleep I can’t for the pain is too deep. | |
I wonder if life is even worthwhile | |
to bother putting on a smile. | |
For my smile has lost its gaiety | |
. . . Perhaps I am drowning in self pity. |
Angry words fill the night | |
like a cold wind with a bitter bite | |
causing all joy | |
to smash to pieces | |
like a hated toy | |
and so, the yells and screams | |
continue | |
tearing jagged edges | |
in my fragile self-esteem |
I am a ray of sunshine, | |
but the solar eclipse | |
of despair | |
has given me | |
a black shroud | |
of pain. |
Gently fall the golden leaves | |
twisting, turning in the breeze | |
Falling softly to the ground | |
like the tears which in me are found | |
A saddened sigh escapes my lips | |
my life resembles a battered ship. | |
The battles raged, the hurt increased | |
my weary soul just couldn’t find peace. | |
These storms came and went | |
leaving me torn and spent | |
Oh, the agonizing, wrenching despair | |
why did no one show they cared? | |
My heart screams out in bitter pain | |
there’s nothing left in life to gain | |
The bitterness, hurt and anger received | |
makes me which I were deceased | |
I’m human too, you know | |
I hurt too even if it doesn’t show. |
Slowly the sunrise | |
fades into sorrow | |
with sunbeams | |
turned desolate | |
by winter’s storm | |
causing all joy | |
to be replaced | |
with pain | |
where none | |
could see | |
the golden shine | |
of life. |
As I look through | |
the frosted glass | |
of uncertainity | |
I am faced | |
with a thunderbolt | |
of reality | |
which seems | |
to offer | |
piercing indifference | |
to the purple | |
royalty | |
of life’s essence. |
Angry words | |
like waves | |
wash away dreams | |
as if they were sand. | |
Then suddenly these cease, | |
but not for long. | |
Once again | |
pain wells up | |
as the sea | |
of rage | |
tosses | |
and tumbles | |
the broken pieces | |
of love. | |
Until at last | |
it's energy is spent | |
and it leaves | |
a broken heart | |
stranded | |
on the shore. |
An attempted smile | |
tries to hide | |
the pain, | |
tears | |
and sorrows | |
of grief's | |
bleeding heart | |
where love, | |
is lost, | |
taken away, | |
and trampled | |
by unthinking | |
words. |
A l o n e, | |
without a thought | |
as to what my life could be | |
I stand dejected, | |
lonely, a | |
tree. |
liquid pain | |
of fallen dreams | |
bleeding | |
in pale light | |
of day | |
turning starry | |
thoughts | |
crimson | |
from despise. |
crystal skies | |
shed light | |
on the fragility | |
of life |
Wounded hearts | |
filled with tears | |
kept inside | |
for many years | |
Until the joyful façade | |
shatters one day | |
and leaves | |
a waterfall of pain. |