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Benjamin Wilson Jan 2018
I hold onto their secrets
And torn up memories,
I float above the horizons
I sail across these endless seas ,
I hope for better days
And lately these times are getting tough
These thoughts of angels give me strength
And I'm not about to give up,
So I wipe away these tears,
I shrug off all this pain,
They're brushing off my shoulders
And I hold on to their stain,
I wish you could see my angels
Not just my demons every night,
I wish you happiness and a bliss filled life,
Because I've seen better days
And though these times may be rough
I hold onto these thoughts of angels
So I never lose myself and decide to give up.
Benjamin Wilson Oct 2017
One of those cold October nights,
when all you can do is sit there and write,
In dead silence,
the dead of night,
nothing ever feels quite right.
There no words that could possibly explain,
These thoughts, these feelings within my brain,
The unthinkable had happened,
The death of my unborn child,
All I can do is sit here and write a while,
I don't know what else to do,
Maybe I'll drink another glass or two,
Forget pain and my sorrow,
Maybe even sleep just for a while,
I'm so depressed this feeling can't be worse
How can one man bare such a heavy curse.
This rain pours down and life gives in
Who knows tonight what might happen....
I wrote this poem due to the loss of my unborn child I hope you enjoy....
Benjamin Wilson Jun 2017
As she stares down,
Upon a frozen lake,
Her eyes begin to fill with tears,
As she wonders how long it will take,
Until she will find away to overcome her fears,
A cold breeze blows,
Under a star-lit night,
The moon glows ever so slight,
He took her hand,
He told her there's no need to fright,
I will turn you darkness to light,
Through this life is challenging I know,
I would protect you for my love you shall know,
You my darling my dearest Love you are my one and only true love,
He promised her this,
Finally then,
When the cold breeze came to its bitter end,
Under that strange star lit sky,
The love was only to be temporary,
The love they shared was pure exemplary,
She ended her life with the snap of a chain,
The boy knew he was the only one to blame,
For without her there by his side,
His demons took over and he lost his mind.
A poem I wrote log ago

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