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Valentine - it seems
That this holiday was made
Just for you and me.
I close my eyes and pray
To travel far away
Beyond this wicked place
Run by a sickening race.

Where peace is a foreign word
Hunted like an animal herd
Shot. Injured. Killed.
Innocent blood is spilled.

Ignorant and careless are you
Who seem to misconstrue -
Take a second look now
And tell me how, how

How can you believe
When there is so much to grieve
That you are right
To pursue this fight.

Hold still and put down your guns
Take a second to think of your sons.
In their eyes, what do they see?
Your murderous killing spree.
I bump along the wooden track,
Along this time around,
Climbing up into the mountains
High above the ground.

My life suspended for a while,
My happiness at such height,
Where dangers cannot touch me now
Or take me from my flight.

But how could I forget the fact
That nothing good will last,
This drop ahead is nothing new –
Just a horror from my past.

My smile quickly fades away
As I fall from the sky,
Taking this familiar dive,
Asking myself why?

Enclosed in the blackened tunnel,
Hidden from the sun,
I close my eyes and fold my hands –
Too late, my fear has won.

I’m trapped inside this darkness,
Afraid this is the end
When finally I see the light,
Just around the bend.

Broken from the crippling spell,
I continue on my way,
But not before remembering
The pain that will forever stay.
When I pulled out that little blade
And turned away the food.
You just looked the other way
Till I was gone for good.
Upstairs, she keeps quietly busy
moving from room to room
led by the day's ritual -
cooking, cleaning, caring.

She can push emotions aside
and go forward with purpose
assuming that he too can do the same
working steadily downstairs.

What she doesn't know
is that he sits alone in his chair
tears blurring the monitor
weeping for what is no longer.
In memory of my grandmother who was taken by ovarian cancer.
What did you expect
To gain from these empty words
A cure? I'm sorry.
Finally,
you've given up.
Completely.

No longer do you eat,
so that your outsides
now match your insides,
and you're suffering
through and through.

For years,
you've been empty,
emotions swept away
to protect yourself
from the dangers everywhere.

Now,
you realize your mistake,
but before you can change
you cry out
help.

As you fade away
… slowly…
everything shrinks,
your body is a symbol
for your hope
but that too is almost gone.

Day and Night
hold no special meaning,
you're forever surrounded
by a darkness

it's closing in
suffocatingyou
givingyounochance
buttosuccumbtoit
butnotwithou­tonelast


..help..
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