Cameron: Poems

Jan 2018 · 170

The Mask

Cameron Jan 2018

The Mask

The Mask comes on and off in it's own time.

I don't get to choose.

The Mask drives people away.

People I don't want to lose.

The Mask mocks me.

I fear that soon I won't be able to force it off.

Jan 2018 · 184

Again

Cameron Jan 2018

Again

The sun has been frozen in the sky ever since I can remember.

But now something has changed.

No one understands it, but everyone fears it.

A cog on the wheel has finally turned.

The machine has restarted.

It's moving beneath the clouds, charging for the horizon.

No matter how hard I try to make it stop, it's relentless march continues.

Down it goes.

Darkness.

Jan 2018 · 168

The Problem

Cameron Jan 2018

The Problem

How do you tell someone when they are wrong?

Is it better to just let what is so deeply ingrained carry on?

I suppose it's the easiest thing to do.

To let your courage take a rest whilst the underlying problem persists.

Never weakening, never fading, but only gaining more control over it's host.

And all I can do is watch.

A bystander to the destruction caused,
and a victim.

What is the right answer in a situation with no positive outcome?

Jan 2018 · 394

You

Cameron Jan 2018

You

The person in my life I never quite new how to talk too.

How can I help?

At every chance I get, I swear I try to let you in.

Isolation won't comfort you.

You might think being alone will make you

stronger.

Is it just

A cry for aid?

Or maybe you were like this from the start.

I don't want to see you like this anymore.

Jan 2018 · 192

Away

Cameron Jan 2018

Away

I think they’re gone

But

I can still hear faint traces of wandering sound.

Trying to tell me different things.

I think i’m safe for now.

As far away as possible from the demons.

Each time having to face them. Telling myself I am in control.

If it wasn’t for the lights in the dark then I’d surely be lost.

A puppet of my own mind.

Thanks to them, I’ve once again made it out.

Dec 2017 · 163

Demons

Cameron Dec 2017

Demons

I was sure that I was screaming for help.

But it turned out it was only in my head.

A head filled with noise from who knows where.

Yet I was deadly silent. With the only sounds coming out being muffled cries, as if there was somebody with their hand over my mouth.

It was just me cutting myself off with my own thoughts.

Letting loose the demons in my minds. Letting them take control for a short while.

When this will end I don’t know.

But here I am. Still screaming for help, with only myself to hear the cry.

Dec 2017 · 495

Within

Cameron Dec 2017

Within

The emptiness within.
The longing for something greater.

And yet the total lacking that is deeply embedded inside my mind.

Why does it have to be this way.
Is there no one who will receive.

And yet hope lies with those who don't even know they provide it.

Maybe there is a chance that something will change.
I know I have the ultimate say in the end.

Dec 2017 · 162

Sheep

Cameron Dec 2017

Sheep

The lack of color seems obvious,
But the sheep remain ignorant to it’s spreading control.

Some choose to stand,
But the majority refuse to unite.

The constant supply of waste put in the food pile, surely testament to the failure of the farmers.
But nothing changes.

The sheep remain pinned in by the dogs,
And the bland cycle continues, until the day of the slaughter.

— The End —