Without any light, I could not see
Just darkness, lay in front of me
The only sound, was my own heartbeat
My sense of smell seemed obsolete
Frozen in fear, I could not run
Or even return from whence I'd come
How I got here, I cannot recollect
My memory now seems circumspect
Unwilling it seems, to try and recall
The reason why, I am here at all
I’m at the point of giving up
With nothing left in my life's cup
A cup than once did overflow
With love and kindness for folks I know
But now alone, without any hope
No reason to live, no means to cope
I surrender my soul to this dark abyss
Not thinking of the things I'd miss
And as I’m drowning in this dark black lake
I feel a hand shaking me awake
My presence here is still required
Although, I feel so lost and tired
Your life may not be, what it seems
So, dream yourself, a different dream

The immortal features that never age
Are the visions of someone you knew
No matter their real age when they died
They'll be the age whence they last saw you.

You do not update, from the past to now
Unless a recent photo you did see
But even then, you'll still recollect
Just how they used to be.

For the glorious dead do not grow old
I’ve often heard that said
Their portrait displayed forever
In that gallery inside your head.

For them, in your personal eulogy
Be it written, spoken or sung
We will recall and sadly tell all
That alas, they died too young.

A Poem about Me

Write a poem about me
An Ode of what I am
Use words that paint a picture
And ones I’d understand
Let it reflect my personality
To show my skills and faults
You could highlight my inner beauty
But do not exclude my warts
Make it an honest real description
Of who I am today
The person that I have become
With the scars from yesterday
Let it be to me a mirror
So I might recognize myself
But if others choose to read it
They might think of someone else
And when the poems finished
I may look at it and see
The person that I think I am
Not who others want me to be
I think it might be boring
But I don’t want it to be that way
So, write the poem about someone else
No really, that will be okay

Carolers sing by a well-lit lantern, snowflakes flutter and float to the ground.
Decorated homes twinkle in the backdrop, the scene is loud without making a sound.
But this isn’t real, it’s the front of a card, sent to bring someone good cheer.
Restaurants are closed and businesses shut, abnormal for this time of year.
Streets are empty there are no social gatherings, people are confined and scared.
Curfews restrict normal socializing, as the latest set of rules are being aired.
Oh yes this is real, and it’s ******* us all, except those, where the rules don't apply.
Just do as I say, don't do as I do, seems to be the political war cry.
News is read by a liar as you watch by the fire to the new propaganda, they spread.
Vast numbers they've saved, it’s not relevant they say, focus on the number of dead.
Abolishing the law seems to be the last straw, it is time for us all to fight back.
So, they plan to disarm us, and negate all our rights, so we cannot repel their attack.
At the death of a nation, they laugh in celebration, our history rejected and destroyed.
Not allowed to ask and you must wear a mask, stay calm you cannot get annoyed.
Good tidings we send in the hope there's an end to the nightmare we currently endure.
Rely on your faith, pray for your God's grace, for His word will be final, I’m sure.

I close my eyes and see your face
That endearing smile that melted hearts.
I tighten my eye lids down
For fear of losing you all over again.
Tears seep through the cracks
like a river slides between rocks and sand.
Although I am consumed with grief
I find tranquility and solace behind my closed eyes.
To open them, brings the stark truthfulness of reality.
The realization of your passing and the acceptance of my broken heart.
I keeping asking why? Why?
But no explanation will change or soften this blow.
My faith in God is now challenged,
Yet my faith in mankind seems somewhat restored,
Such is the compassion and kindness being bestowed upon us.
Your absence has brought about an outpouring of love
Relationships have been made and others mended by you.
You will never be far away from me
For, I can keep you in my sight
If I just close my eyes.

It is not my death that I fear
It is living when someone I love has passed
For death itself does me no further harm
But the death of another leaves me
With a never healing wound.

It is not faith I lack
But that of others faith in me
For faith is just what we believe
But to have belief in others
You must believe in yourself

It is not pity that I seek
Though I pity those who do
As those without pity, are also without love
And those without love
Fear death, seek pity and lack faith.

I sit here with quill in my hand
Static as if frozen in time.
Words that ordinarily flow freely
Lay dormant in the back of my mind.
Ideas pass by me without stopping
While I struggle to catch one in flight.
Frustrated, my brains in such a muddle
Annoyed that I’m losing this fight.
Like a swift uppercut it then hit me
I was searching for something I could see.
i don't need to write about others
So, this time I will write about me.
As the thaw gathered pace in my mind
No longer was I frozen in time.
The quill skipped over the paper
My life recalled line after line.
Interrupted, I didn't get to finish
Maybe that was a blessing in disguise.
When you look in your mind at the future
You see things you don’t see with your eyes.

In the darkness without the light
My eyes adjust to give me sight
But is the image that I think I see
A reflection from an old memory
I focus hard to try and clear my vision
And erase my mind from this indecision
I think I know what lies ahead
There's a mental picture in my head
But when the lights come back on
The object I thought was there, has gone
Just an empty room without anything there
Except a confused mind and a vacant stare.

Ridiculed for being fat
Slandered because you’re thin.
Made to feel guilty for just being you
All because of the color of your skin.

Disliked because of your religion
Chastised for the way that you talk.
Looked down on because of the job you do
Laughed at because you limp when you walk.

Despised for being successful
Berated for trying, though you failed.
Mocked for showing your emotions
When told your kind aren't allowed.

Your barred from being yourself
With prejudice from which they won't budge.
But if they took a look at themselves
They would see they have no room to judge.

I am lost in plain sight
Hidden in full view
Without rhyme or reason
And there is nothing I can do.

Some call it anxiety
Others say depression
A few say your faking it
Just to make an impression

But your head tells you one thing
And your heart says another
This circle makes you dizzy
From which, you can’t recover

I so want to hide away
But try as I might
I’m on show for all to see
Yet lost in plain sight.