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Feb 6 · 259
Hidden
Darren Feb 6
I'm hidden by barriers
That you cannot see
I'm trapped and alone
But you can see me

I'm muted by noise
That you cannot hear
My screams fall silent
But you know I am here

I'm frozen by fear
Yet my body will hide
The trauma and pain
Leaking inside

I'm fighting the past
To keep history confined
My ignorance clear
I've wasted your time

Messages cease
Friendships break down
Burden too much
To stick around

I'm hidden by barriers
That you cannot see
I'm trapped and alone
Now you've left me

By Darren Wall
Oct 2019 · 124
Empty Chair
Darren Oct 2019
Creeping up
A silent foe
Breaking him down
Nice and slow

Crushing all
Hopes and dreams
Bravery fading
silent screams

Fighting on
War and peace
Just to get
A partial release

A little confidence
Suddenly lost,
One step forwards
The ultimate cost

Walls built
A safe distance
Hiding the world
From his existence

A man in a cave
Keeping away
Building the courage
To battle today

Invisible injury
A runaway train
Mental illness
Significant pain

Weakness…
It's how it's perceived
Colleagues find…
It hard to believe

Trauma consumes
His fragile mind
He seeks a spot
That's hard to find

Lack of remorse
Absent support
Pushing him
To obvious thoughts

Away from the public
Away from the noise
Away from the world
He said his goodbyes

Discovered alone
Discovered too late
Discovered the body
Discovered his fate

Tears shed
Guilt ridden hearts
Talking history
Picking him apart

Realisation
Lack of due care
Former colleague...

Empty chair

By Darren Wall
It's World Mental Health Day today. I have changed an old poem that speaks from the heart. Although I have never had the intention, I have seen the damage it can have on families.

I'm grateful that the world acknowledges Mental Health each year, but this illness should not be confined to a day. Awareness, support, empathy and understanding should be instilled in us all every single day.

Colleagues, friends and family. We need to support each other to reduce the number of suicides in the world.

Speak up, communicate and prevent the trauma affecting the families that lose someone they love.

Take care all ***
Aug 2019 · 327
Lost at Sea
Darren Aug 2019
I'm drifting out to sea
Where the storms brew
At peace with the thunder
Entranced by the view

The lighting leads
As my eyes fixate
The violent storm
Communicates

I can't hear your cries
I can't feel your pain
Blind to your attempts
To save me again

The sea crashes
I slip further away
Trapped and alone
It's easier that way

I'm lost in the storm
That keeps you away
Don't cry for me now...
I'll find my own way.
Jul 2019 · 757
Reset
Darren Jul 2019
Take me back
To times of tranquility
In a time of peace
And mental stability

To escape my feelings
Of guilt and regret,
All the trauma and pain
I just...cannot forget

Where my mind is pure
With social innocence
Deaf to their words
Of cynical influence

Where fear is a myth
A story of fiction
Condemned by verse
To eternal extinction

I could be..

Free from the trauma
Free from the pain
I can erase my history
And walk tall again

By Darren Wall
May 2019 · 142
Post Traumatic Stress
Darren May 2019
Waking to the trauma
That yesterday brought
Locking in the guilt
And the battles I've fought

The triggered event
Overloads my senses
Occurring each night
Breaking defences

The fights that I have
Invisible to your eye
My heart is strong but
My mind wants to die

Shutting down
My brain cant digest
The repetition
Of Post Traumatic Stress

Waking to the trauma
That yesterday brought
No memory of nightmares
Just the pain that they cause

Darren Wall
Oct 2018 · 291
Frozen
Darren Oct 2018
Looking through the mirror,
Something catches my eye,
A rush of deep emotion,
And the urge to cry,

My body shivers,
My hairs are on end,
Ten years since I saw you last...
...My one and only friend,

Closer you come,
The cold sears up my spine,
My jaw cracks open,
We're frozen in time,

Your hand reaches out,
As I try to scream,
My vocals muted,
Paralysed in a dream,

Your whisper wraps my body,
Feeding off my thoughts,
Devouring my soul,
As my spine contorts,

Falling to the ground,
Exposed for all to see,
The body of a sinner,
Consumed eternally.

By Darren Wall
Apr 2018 · 420
Mindless Media
Darren Apr 2018
Judgmental eyes
And septic tones
The Illiterate views
Of a mindless clone

Their brain sparks
At headline news
They follow the herd
Missing the clues

Making assumptions
Lacking the facts
Finding their prey
To launch an attack

They stir up hatred
And dish out blame
Keyboard warriors
Resilient to shame

Provoking responses
Encouraging hate
Feeding on trauma
Served on a plate

Selling papers
Creating division
Spreading their lies
To fund their addiction

By Darren Wall
Apr 2018 · 299
Vigil
Darren Apr 2018
Trembling hands grasping bow
Flowers laid on ground below
Candles burnt and tears flow
Balloons in hand, we let them go

Glass remains amongst the tree
Bark stripped back, in memory
Stories shared for all to see
High emotion, running free

The sun descends in golden sky
I feel your presence walking by
Fading son caught my eye
Waving back, he said Good bye

By Darren Wall
Mar 2018 · 308
The Ruins
Darren Mar 2018
I found this ruin only by chance,
Its hypnotic Ivy, leaves me in a trance,
Hiding the features with its natural lace,
Supporting the wall, as they embrace,

The child inside me, can't help but explore,
Ascending the steps, to the withered old door,
Opening it slowly, interrupting the calm,
Disturbing the peace, like a morning alarm,

Birds fleeting, like the thoughts in my mind,
In awe of it's beauty, I left my troubles behind.
The sun breaking through, the absent gable,
Highlighting a chair, missing its table.

I come to rest in that old wooden chair,
I look up, in the suns aura I stare,
The heavens open as my spirit glides,
Out from my body as I breathe through the sky.

I am drawn to the roadside of an old country lane,
A car hugging a tree, smoke following flame,
A camera recording, from a lifeless grip,
Capturing the tragedy of a summers road trip,

Besides a body, is his newly wed bride,
Her breathing shallow, she looks in his eyes,
Calling his name, for the very last time,
Her spirit leaves, as she is drawn to mine,

Our spirits embrace as we ascend for sky,
As the heavens await the groom....
..and his beautiful bride.
Jan 2018 · 507
Reflection
Darren Jan 2018
Upon reflection,
I see the past,
Stained with tears,
On broken glass,

Years of pain,
And near despair,
Kept fragile shards,
Beyond repair,

Mirrored soul,
Shows the cracks,
Historic scars,
Panic Attacks,

Mind resides,
In contemplation,
Picking apart,
The situation,

Finding solace,
In desperation,
Triggered grief,
Upon ones reflection.
Nov 2017 · 380
Weeping Man
Darren Nov 2017
Weeping man
All alone
Reading text
Upon his phone

No eye contact
No face to face
Her distant words
Lacking grace

Flowers dumped
In public vase
Intended ring
Reflects his face

He walks away
To numb the pain
Mixing bourbon
And weak *******

To lap of love
By means of gold
A strangers flesh
He needs to hold

Broken dreams
An empty bed
Missing wallet
Pounding head

Drunken walk
Lacking grace
Finding flowers
In public vase

Weeping man
All alone
Walks the street
Miles from home
Feb 2017 · 689
Burden
Darren Feb 2017
Here stands a man
A shadow of himself
Burdened by guilt
And failing health

Yet on the outside
You would fail to see
The trauma and pain
That resides within me

My apparent smile
Is perceived as joy
A simple disguise
I like to employ

My social disdain
Is seen in reflection
Yet...I masquerade
To avoid your attention

But as time passes by
The cracks, they appear
Leaking my soul
Through a solitary tear

Keeping a distance
Is the only way
To stop the trauma
Releasing today
Dec 2016 · 321
In Limbo
Darren Dec 2016
Deep in thought
Consumed by fear
I watch them fight
Their own ideas

They speak for me
They speak for them
They speak as though
I’m mute again

My tears run slow
Eyes well with dread
Their sermons preached
As though i’m dead

Yet I am here
My mind’s intact
As they expose
The hairline cracks

Decisions made
They all agree
Awkward eyes
Return to me

Papers passed
My future laid
Represented
By union trade

I sit at home
I wait for news
I look online for
Similar views

Breaking down
My body aches
As I endure
Life mistakes

Repeat

*Showing the inhuman side, when policy and procedure comes out to play
Dec 2016 · 850
Prisoner of the mind
Darren Dec 2016
I am a prisoner
Confined
Locked by the thoughts
In my mind
History frozen
In time
Reliving the moment
Of crime
Oct 2016 · 878
Death of a Soldier
Darren Oct 2016
Etched in his mind,
The internal war,
Haemorrhaging blood,
Hidden once more,

Slowly he’s dying,
His body too weak,
Paralysed lips,
Unable to speak,

Traumatic life,
Slipping away,
His heavy soul,
Aching today.

He witnessed it all,
The burden unseen,
Screaming their names,
Tortured in dream,

His cries settle,
His memory fades,
Wiping the tears,
For former comrades.

(Repeat)
Darren Oct 2016
He sat by the fire and raised a glass
Mumbling words from his secret past
I watched him wipe some tears away
As he recalled their final days

As a curious child, I wondered why
My heroic father would sit and cry
Or scream out, from his soaked bed
Pleading to stop the noise in his head

We would hide away, each bonfire night,
In fear of the noise, the smoke and the light
He thought our home was under attack
Lost in the daze of a random flashback

As he grew old I understood why
This brave soldier would sit and cry
He lost his family not bound by blood
Witnessed things that no human should

Mental scars burned deep in his mind
From the devastation, he left behind
He was a prisoner of war every day
Locked in a memory…
...his mind would replay
(Fiction)
Darren Jul 2016
I watch the waves
Crashing down below
I see the lighthouse
Lighting up the snow

I watch the sunset
Slipping out of sight
I see all the ships, make
Portraits in the night

I watch the stars intently
As colour fills my eyes
Tears of amazement
In wonder of the skies

I leave the embers glowing
I let my feet lead the way
Following the imprints
Along the rustic quay

I rest upon the harbour
I see your face appear
My is heart beating, racing
As we meet along the pier
Originally called "I See" , I changed the poem a little as I felt it needed to be longer. I hope you like it.
Jul 2016 · 2.5k
I See
Darren Jul 2016
I watch the waves
Crashing down below
I see the lighthouse
Lighting up the snow

I watch the sunset
Slipping out of sight
Silhouettes before me
Boats drift into the night

I watch the stars intently
As colour fills my eyes
Tears released by beauty
By natures own surprise
Jul 2016 · 1.7k
Panic
Darren Jul 2016
The door that rests
But fails to close
Holds open the fears
He cannot dispose

He tries to force it
And leave them behind
Yet the images leak
And poison his mind

His vision fails
In weeping eyes
His heart beating
Drowning all noise

Laboured and forced
Soaking of skin
The doors wide open
As trauma rushed in

Drowning on surface
Lungs contract
Invisible illness
Panic Attack
Jun 2016 · 901
Videotape
Darren Jun 2016
Accelerated trauma
Starts my videotape
I replay it ten times over
Until my body breaks

The voices in the distance
Lost by a wall of sound
Distorted scenes crush me
Falling to the ground

Screaming out in fear
A fight before my eyes
Lashing out around me
Leads to my demise

Rapid breathing dissipates
Calmness fills the air
Tears break the silence
Fills me with despair

The dark storm receding
Carnage everywhere
Scattered lives around me
Damaged beyond repair
Apr 2016 · 1.1k
A winter's soldier
Darren Apr 2016
Stepping out into the cold
Beaten limbs, feeling old
His home upon his back
Just ten years since Iraq

Paper sheets and plastic bags
Warming body holding rags
His bottle lacking wine
Drinking passed the time

Daily grind pass him by
No one stops or wonders why
His lips are a shade of blue

Tight fist clutched to chest
A hero soldier came to rest
Upon commuter street
He fell beneath your feet

A winter's soldier died alone
Buried deep below the stone
Tortured by the war
His mind could not ignore

If only we could stand beside
Help our heroes, show our pride
Then we can help to save
The wounded and the brave
Mar 2016 · 691
The Journey
Darren Mar 2016
I see the trees are painting
Graceful scenes for you
The wind slowly whispers
To the sky of grey and blue

The clouds break in silence
Light warms the earth below
The path of ice beneath me
Basks in the morning glow

Leads me to Flanders fields
Your silhouette appears
The crosses of memorium
A deliquesce of tears

The peacefulness resounding
My emotions run away
By the name that greets me
On your remembrance day
Feb 2016 · 1.5k
Paper
Darren Feb 2016
I came across some paper,
It was crumpled, torn and frayed,
Stained with ink and tears,
A tormented artist played,

Their heavy heart and troubled mind,
Had written words so true,
A hidden path into their world,
A reason for their blues,


Inspired by your written words,
I penned one of my own,
To tell you not to worry,
That you will never be alone,


My heavy heart lifted with the words I wrote,
Flowing without effort,
Upon this tear stained note,

I put this note into the bin,
And I slowly walked away,
To hide the emotion of my soul,
Of where this artist played.
Feb 2016 · 320
Break the cycle
Darren Feb 2016
Broken window,
Damaged door,
Tempers rising,
Personal war,

Clenched fists,
Raised heart,
Eyes bulging,
A man apart,

Words fail,
Closed ears,
Red mist,
Own fears,

Locked door,
Black eye,
Help me,
She cries,

Angry man,
Local law,
He resists,
Once more,

Overnight,
Changed heart,
Apologetic,
New start,

Spilt glass,
Angry man,
Beaten wife,
Changed plans,

Courage found,
To walk away,
And escape,
His drunken ways,

New life,
No fear,
Only joy,
Draws tears,
Feb 2016 · 5.8k
Empty Chair
Darren Feb 2016
Creeping up, a silent foe,
Breaking him down, nice and slow,
Crushing all his hopes and dreams,
Bravery fading, silent screams,

Fighting on, war and peace,
Just to get, a partial release,
A little confidence, suddenly lost,
One step forwards, the ultimate cost,

Walls built, a safe distance,
Hiding the world, from his existence,
A man in a cave, keeping away,
Building the courage, to battle today,

Invisible injury, a runaway train,
Mental illness, significant pain,
Weakness, it's how it's percieved,
Colleagues find...It hard to believe,

Lack of remorse, absent support,
Pushes him, to obvious thoughts,
Attenion seeking, he was no more,
Discovered today, by local law,

Tears shed, guilt ridden hearts,
Talking history, picking him apart,
Realisation, lack of due care,
Former colleague...

Empty chair

  ----

Trying to find the words to explain the poem. The message is there. Think about your actions to those you see every day. The ones that annoy you, for their quirky behaviour. There is an untold story behind each of us. Some suffer in silence, some try to seek help. Compassion and understanding is within us all. The unseen illness is a killer.
Jan 2016 · 1.2k
Locked In
Darren Jan 2016
Locked In

Closing my eyes, I drift away,
A memory of old, I hope to replay,
That special birthday, or event,
My mother’s cooking, a homely scent,
~~~
The trip to wales, our broken car,
Hysteria of life, the passing star,
Imagination, running free,
Brothers and Sisters, close as can be,
~~~
My first crush, and broken tears,
The dreams I have, roll back the years,
Christmas at home, a day in the park,
Long summer gone, a new life starts,
~~~
A walk down the aisle, my vow to keep,
A young child cries, her father weeps,
Home replaced home, our family grew,
One child family, soon became two,
~~~
Holidays abroad, children at school,
Bed before eight, that was the rule,
Two graduations, and career breaks,
Comforting daughters, boyfriend mistakes,
~~~
Tragedy returns, my eyes awoken,
Crying deep inside, no words spoken,
Family gather round, my body is dead,
The soul occupies, the thoughts in my head,
~~~
Holding my hand, hysterical tears,
Support switched off, as my time nears,
I close my eyes, feeling no pain,
Dreaming of when...
I will see them again.
Jan 2016 · 3.9k
The Internet Troll
Darren Jan 2016
---
Sitting in his chair,
Laughing at your pain,
Abuse driven glory,
His only aim,
---
Withdrawn from society,
Curtains drawn close,
Prozac painkillers,
Attention less ghost,
---
Viral anger,
Lack of remorse,
Deflecting the pain,
Of his parent's divorce,
---
A knock at his door,
The troll opens it wide,
A recognised face,
Looks him straight in the eyes,
---
Fear grips his body,
As she pins him to the floor,
Their screams turned to silence,
A troll he was no more....
---
The urban legend,
Of the internet troll.
Punished by the evil...
That devoured his soul.
Dec 2015 · 436
Cyclic (Final Edit)
Darren Dec 2015
We will succeed in stripping you apart,
Exposing your chest and crushing your heart,
Exposing your mind to collective lies,
Twisting your thoughts to their murderous cries,

Forcing your stance on their pedestal high,
Cutting your wings as you fall from the sky,

They left him cold; he succumbed with distress,
Anxiety forced upon weakened chest,
All the black and white pictures the media pressed,
Were tainted with lies a corporate mess,

They dragged his carcass through the public mire,
Flaming their cause and they set him on fire,
They watched him burn his former self,
Leaving his spirit crushed, by failing health,

He then slipped away

In to the troubled path of cyclic noise,
History bleeds within the brain it destroys
Based upon the stories behind the media and the destruction it leaves. It is fiction.
Dec 2015 · 990
Weeping Man (Fiction)
Darren Dec 2015
Weeping man
All alone
Reading text
Upon his phone

No eye contact
No face to face
Her distant words
Lacking grace

Flowers dumped
In public vase
Intended ring
Reflects his face

He walks away
To numb the pain
Mixing bourbon
And weak *******

To lap of love
By means of gold
A strangers flesh
He needs to hold

Broken dreams
An empty bed
Missing wallet
Pounding head

Drunken walk
Lacking grace
Finding flowers
In public vase

Weeping man
All alone
Walks the street
Miles from home
Nov 2015 · 938
Silent Train
Darren Nov 2015
Wandering the streets in vain,
A darkened soul calls my name,
Her haunting voice draws me near,
The path I take, will soon appear,

The fog as thick as yesteryear,
Clinging to my pores and hair,
My tired feet can’t take no more,
Seeping blood upon the floor

A dancing light, leads me below,
Underneath the watching crow,
Frozen as the light draws near,
The silent train of yesteryear,


She cries for me to save her soul,
The train derails out of control,
Arms reach out, push me back,
My legs are caught upon the track,

And silence falls….


The fog retreats from where I lay,
With phantom limbs upon display,
The curse remains for all to see,
No legs remain below my knees.
Nov 2015 · 919
High Rise
Darren Nov 2015
Cold grey exterior,
Weeping acid rain,
Condensated glass,
Rotten window frame,

Drum and bass lines,
Speakers on the floor,
Tired mother screaming,
Kicking at their door,

Abuse laden vocals,
A wolf pack circle round,
Commotion on the stairwell,
Falling to the ground,

Blood soaked footsteps,
Muffled voices flee,
Sirens in the distance,
Mother cries for me.

Drum and Bass lines,
Speakers on the floor,
Orphaned son is weeping,
Mother screams no more.
Nov 2015 · 869
War (A collection)
Darren Nov 2015
Apologies in advance. I wanted to share them all x
---------------------------------------------------------------­----------

For the fallen

The world is such a tormented place,
Haunted by the insecurities of every race.
Obsessed with greed and absolute power,
The dictators rained on the weak,
With a gun filled shower.

Brave men were enlisted to bring peace to the land,
To help the weak be strong and to make a stand,
Women and children were left abandoned, alone,
While their men were out fighting protecting our home.

Families shattered by one single blast,
Congregating together in one single mass.
Weeping beside a freshly dug grave,
Lay a widow wishing that he had not been so brave.

We will remember him always for his courage and valour,
By honouring his name in silence upon the eleventh hour.
Rest in peace my friend we are forever in your debt,
We will pray for you all.... lest we forget.

--------------------------------------------------------­-------------

Love in War

Thinking of you my love,
As this horror reigns upon me from above,
Scared, freezing cold and wet,
I think of you, the good times we had,
Which I will never forget,

One by one, my comrades fall, into this stranger of lands,
Where they once stood tall,
Too weak to keep going, no food, no water,
We think of our loved, wives, sons and daughters,

Shells falling, exploding beside,
Blood shed all over, my comrades have died,
I am alone now, with nowhere to turn,
As the carnage of war continues to burn,

I hear the enemy drawing near, shouting aloud,
The trophies off my comrades, have made them so proud,
I have to make a choice, as either way I will die,
As I cook this grenade and blow them sky high!
-----------------------------------------------------------­-----------------

Why my father cried

Sitting by the fire,
He raised a glass,
Whispering words,
Of his secret past,

A solitary tear,
Wiped slowly away,
Hiding the pain,
Of that fateful day,

As a curious child,
I always wondered why,
My heroic father,
Would sit and cry,

Or wake up screaming,
Soaked in his bed,
Telling my mother,
The noise in his head,

As I grew old,
I understood why,
My soldier father,
Would sit and cry,

He lost his family,
Not linked by blood,
He witnessed things,
That no human should,

Affected by the war,
Still to this day,
His post-traumatic stress,
Stuck on replay.

--------------------------------------------------------­-------

The Return

Newsflash on the radio, he saved many lives,
Protecting his brothers, by self-sacrifice,
Dreading the moment, of a knock at my door,
Just hearing those words, pin me to the floor,

My wife drops her cup, is crippled by the dread,
We know what is coming, our heroic Son is dead,
I'm crying deep inside, on the outside I am strong,
Footsteps drawing near, I know it won’t be long.

Flashbacks whirling round, family moments we shared,
Too proud to tell my son, just how much I cared,
I reach for my wife, to hold her in my arms
The doorbell rings, like the morning alarm,

Bringing her close, I tell her it's okay,
Holding each other’s hands, as we start to pray,
I walk to the door, heart beats through my chest,
Opening it slowly, as it comes to rest,

My son stands before me, tears replace tears,
No scratch upon his skin, allaying all my fears,
A reoccurring dream, every single night,
As we await his return, from their heroic fight.

Written for all the families affected by war.

----------------------

Flashback

My husband sits for days on end,
Staring through his empty friend,
My tearful words fall alone,
His mind resides in combat zone,

A man replaced by shell so cold,
Numbed by scars of war untold,
Violent dreams lived each night,
Lashing out, at all in sight,

He returns to war inside his head,
Trauma stained by all bloodshed,
A trigger pulled, his mind released,
Begging for, all thoughts to cease,

His scars remain, but can't be seen,
Buried deep inside his dreams,
Years of therapy, will help him free,
From the damaging effects..
.. of PTSD

I pray for the day, he's finally home,
So the trauma of war, can leave us alone.

----------------------

A Winter's Soldier

A winters night, into the cold,
The Queen's servant, looking old,
Just ten years since Iraq..
Ripped cloth upon his back.

Paper sheets, and plastic bags,
Warming body holding rags ,
His bottle lacking wine..
Drinking passed the time,

Daily grind, passing by,
No one stops, wonders why..
..His lips, are a shade of blue,

Tight fist clutched to chest,
A hero soldier, came to rest,
Upon commuter street..
..look down beneath your feet...

..Yes you!

A winters soldier, died alone,
Buried deep, below the stone,
Tortured by the war..
By the scars nobody saw.

If only you had not ignored,
The dying soldier there before,
Then maybe we could save...
..The wounded and the brave.

New poems added. Hopefully improve them in time :-)
Oct 2015 · 924
Feast Of Sins
Darren Oct 2015
Sipping from the glass,like a fine wine,
The aroma of your body, simply divine,
Full blooded Italian, dripping down my face,
Dabbed with silken cloth, delicate in taste,

Conversation ends, passion no longer there,
Hunger replaced the lust, quiet as you stare,
The pallor of your skin, an array of grey's and blue,
Only thirty minutes pass, since I devoured you.

I watch your body age, as bones depart your skin,
Your blackened heart remains, a reminder of your sin,
A lady of pleasure, turned her back upon the light,
Into the arms of Nosferatu, as I stalked you through the night.
Oct 2015 · 1.1k
The Corpse Bride
Darren Oct 2015
Lying motionless, pretending to be,
As dead as the bodies, surrounding me,
Covered in blood, bits of dead skin,
Masking my aroma, as they close in,
----
Dragging of feet, hearing their groans,
A chorus of dead, no longer alone,
Clutching tight, the axe in my hand,
Looking for flesh, around me they stand,
----
Smelling the air, one turn's his head,
Breathing deeply, he can tell I’m not dead,
Rage fills my body, a fight to the death,
Swinging my axe, with every breath,
----
Cracking of skulls, I fight through the mist,
A figure remains, the one that I missed,
Anger turns to tears, my beautiful bride,
Killed by them all, now a Zombie resides,
----
My arm lowers, I beg her to leave,
Closer she comes, I fall to my knees,
She reaches out, as her eyes bulge red,
I scream out as I....
....put an axe to her head.
Oct 2015 · 2.9k
The Silent War
Darren Oct 2015
Etched in his mind,
The internal war,
Haemorrhaging blood,
Hidden once more,

Slowly he’s dying,
His body too weak,
Paralysed lips,
Unable to speak,

Traumatic life,
Slipping away,
His heavy soul,
Aching today.

He witnessed it all,
The burden unseen,
Screaming their names,
Tortured in dream,

His cries settle,
His memory fades,
Wiping the tears,
For former comrades.

(Repeat)
For all the soldiers alive today, we will remember them too.
Oct 2015 · 1.1k
Confines
Darren Oct 2015
The space absorbed
By positive thoughts

Of one’s expressive mind

Is crushed by failure
And negative thoughts

In this dismissive mind

The trigger pressed
By recurring stress

In this historic mind

Leaves broken text
And forward steps

**Within the confines of my mind
Oct 2015 · 444
Her Shadow
Darren Oct 2015
I'll be forever in her shadow,
In the darkness I wait,
The situation consumes me,
As I'm left to contemplate,

I look exactly like her,
In every single way,
I mimic her movements,
It’s a game I like to play,

I blend with her shadows,
I follow her when she leaves,
I know her every mannerism,
I even copy how she breathes,

We tread the route together,
Picking flowers in the sun,
Sharing the memories,
Of all the things we've done,

She gazes at the light,
Beaming through the sky,
Breaking through the clouds,
Warming her inside,

We walk along the path,
But I let her lead the way,
To the comfort of our home,
On this summers day,

She lay upon the bed,
And whispered close to me..

...I miss our days together mum,
I wish you were here with me.
Sep 2015 · 1.7k
Reflection
Darren Sep 2015
Upon reflection,
I see the past,
Stained with tears,
On broken glass,

Years of pain,
And near despair,
Kept fragile shards,
Beyond repair,

Mirrored soul,
Shows the cracks,
Historic scars,
Panic Attacks,

Mind resides,
In contemplation,
Picking apart,
The situation,

Finding solace,
In desperation,
Triggered grief,
Upon ones reflection.
Sep 2015 · 1.1k
Autumn
Darren Sep 2015
Falling leaves,
Float on by,
Rustic colours,
Touch the sky,

Birds roost,
Squirrels climb,
Here I stand,
No fear of time,

Silence broken,
A duck calls,
Geese gather,
Along the falls,

A dog chases,
The birds away,
Leaves crumble,
As children play,

Mist descending,
A least weasel,
I capture them all,
Upon my easel.
Aug 2015 · 2.6k
Awe
Darren Aug 2015
Awe
A winters stare,
Beautifully resonates in the air,
A clear sky, a frozen pitch,
I wonder if the beauty,
will last more than a few minutes,


The snapping of a twig,
which was once part of the untouched view,
A graceful swan as muted as I am in awe,

Gliding by,


Looking over by the hill,
The mist breathing through the grass,
as I pause once more,
The grandest of oaks, silhouetted by the rising sun,
Grips me to the core,


Only in England…


Say no more.
Aug 2015 · 1.9k
Fame?
Darren Aug 2015
Always fighting,
From the inside,
Breaking the walls,
Of his former pride,

The scattered remains,
Washed by the rain,
Fading all hope,
Of easing his pain,

Searching the puddles,
Through autummal leaves,
Scratching the floor,
For broken beliefs,

Brushing the grain,
From trembling hand,
Mixed with dirt,
And goldless sand,

He crawls away..

Leaving his dignity,
And all that he gained,
In the gutterless hole,
For a moment of fame.
Jun 2015 · 1.2k
War (A collection)
Darren Jun 2015
Apologies in advance. I wanted to share them all x
---------------------------------------------------------------­----------

For the fallen

The world is such a tormented place,
Haunted by the insecurities of every race.
Obsessed with greed and absolute power,
The dictators rained on the weak,
With a gun filled shower.

Brave men were enlisted to bring peace to the land,
To help the weak be strong and to make a stand,
Women and children were left abandoned, alone,
While their men were out fighting protecting our home.

Families shattered by one single blast,
Congregating together in one single mass.
Weeping beside a freshly dug grave,
Lay a widow wishing that he had not been so brave.

We will remember him always for his courage and valour,
By honouring his name in silence upon the eleventh hour.
Rest in peace my friend we are forever in your debt,
We will pray for you all.... lest we forget.

--------------------------------------------------------­-------------

Love in War

Thinking of you my love,
As this horror reigns upon me from above,
Scared, freezing cold and wet,
I think of you, the good times we had,
Which I will never forget,

One by one, my comrades fall, into this stranger of lands,
Where they once stood tall,
Too weak to keep going, no food, no water,
We think of our loved, wives, sons and daughters,

Shells falling, exploding beside,
Blood shed all over, my comrades have died,
I am alone now, with nowhere to turn,
As the carnage of war continues to burn,

I hear the enemy drawing near, shouting aloud,
The trophies off my comrades, have made them so proud,
I have to make a choice, as either way I will die,
As I cook this grenade and blow them sky high!
-----------------------------------------------------------­-----------------

Why my father cried

Sitting by the fire,
He raised a glass,
Whispering words,
Of his secret past,

A solitary tear,
Wiped slowly away,
Hiding the pain,
Of that fateful day,

As a curious child,
I always wondered why,
My heroic father,
Would sit and cry,

Or wake up screaming,
Soaked in his bed,
Telling my mother,
The noise in his head,

As I grew old,
I understood why,
My soldier father,
Would sit and cry,

He lost his family,
Not linked by blood,
He witnessed things,
That no human should,

Affected by the war,
Still to this day,
His post-traumatic stress,
Stuck on replay.

--------------------------------------------------------­-------

The Return

Newsflash on the radio, he saved many lives,
Protecting his brothers, by self-sacrifice,
Dreading the moment, of a knock at my door,
Just hearing those words, pin me to the floor,

My wife drops her cup, is crippled by the dread,
We know what is coming, our heroic Son is dead,
I'm crying deep inside, on the outside I am strong,
Footsteps drawing near, I know it won’t be long.

Flashbacks whirling round, family moments we shared,
Too proud to tell my son, just how much I cared,
I reach for my wife, to hold her in my arms
The doorbell rings, like the morning alarm,

Bringing her close, I tell her it's okay,
Holding each other’s hands, as we start to pray,
I walk to the door, heart beats through my chest,
Opening it slowly, as it comes to rest,

My son stands before me, tears replace tears,
No scratch upon his skin, allaying all my fears,
A reoccurring dream, every single night,
As we await his return, from their heroic fight.

Written for all the families affected by war.

----------------------

Flashback

My husband sits for days on end,
Staring through his empty friend,
My tearful words fall alone,
His mind resides in combat zone,

A man replaced by shell so cold,
Numbed by scars of war untold,
Violent dreams lived each night,
Lashing out, at all in sight,

He returns to war inside his head,
Trauma stained by all bloodshed,
A trigger pulled, his mind released,
Begging for, all thoughts to cease,

His scars remain, but can't be seen,
Buried deep inside his dreams,
Years of therapy, will help him free,
From the damaging effects..
.. of PTSD

I pray for the day, he's finally home,
So the trauma of war, can leave us alone.

----------------------

A Winter's Soldier

A winters night, into the cold,
The Queen's servant, looking old,
Just ten years since Iraq..
Ripped cloth upon his back.

Paper sheets, and plastic bags,
Warming body holding rags ,
His bottle lacking wine..
Drinking passed the time,

Daily grind, passing by,
No one stops, wonders why..
..His lips, are a shade of blue,

Tight fist clutched to chest,
A hero soldier, came to rest,
Upon commuter street..
..look down beneath your feet...

..Yes you!

A winters soldier, died alone,
Buried deep, below the stone,
Tortured by the war..
By the scars nobody saw.

If only you had not ignored,
The dying soldier there before,
Then maybe we could save...
..The wounded and the brave.

New poems added. Hopefully improve them in time :-)
May 2015 · 766
Natures Loss
Darren May 2015
The first drop fell, upon your skin,

As nature shed her first tear,

The sky grey from mourning,

As war, ravaged you all here,



Breathing through your branches,

Cooling you with snow,

Warming you with sun rays,

But you refused to grow,



The earth you lay, was poisoned,

Neglected, beyond all repair,

Your mother held you closely,

As waste consumed the air,



She flooded the world with tears,

Burying all the earth below,

Laying rest to her only child,

As she finally let him go.
May 2015 · 2.5k
The Invisible fight
Darren May 2015
I cannot lie,
I cannot hide,
I cannot keep,
This trauma inside,

I will break the stigma,
I will break the walls,
I will break the boundaries,
Hiding us all,

I will fight the cause,
I will fight in name,
To prevent others suffering,
Exactly the same,

I vow i'll recover,
I vow I will speak,
To show the world,
Our minds are not weak.
May 2015 · 515
Thomas Rose (1)
Darren May 2015
Chapter 1
?

Most children my age, have a place called home, ?
Parents or siblings, they are never alone,
Have their own room, with clothes on their back, ?
Food on their plate, piled in a stack, ?

Well educated, a wealth of close friends, ?
But for me?. It is hard to pretend, ??
Eating scraps off the floor, no water or food,
A derelict home, no light in the fuse, ?

No brothers or sisters, not a friend in sight,
Forgotten by the world, I lay here tonight.
Dishevelled clothes, trainers hang of my feet,
Winter descends, snow following sleet, ?

Tiles missing, the wind sets a chill, ?
Huddled in the corner, I await her still. ??
She walks the street, hour after hour,
Collecting the funds, for an ****** flower,

I can sit here all night, yet she will fail to return, ?
I'm second to addiction, I have soon come to learn, ??
Pain in my stomach, freezing I stare, ?
The door creaking, but no one is there,

Sirens in the distance, I wish they'd find me,
Too weak to get up, too dark to see, ??
Twenty four hours, I lay here alone,
Shivering in cloth, through to the bone,

Tears fading, they serve no use, ?
They cannot save me, from years of abuse.
Commotion outside, unable to shout, ?
Too ill for fear, impending blackout, ?

Door kicked in, they rush in and see, ?
The fear grips the room, as they find me. ??
In the hospital, I awake alone, ?
No mother beside me, I should've known, ?

A woman attended, called me by name, ?
I knew that my life, would never be the same.
Part one, feedback welcome.
Mar 2015 · 1.9k
Vigil (Fiction)
Darren Mar 2015
Trembling hands grasping bow,
Flowers laid on ground below,
Candles burnt and tears flow,
Balloons in hand, we let them go,

Glass remains amongst the tree,
Bark stripped back, in memory,
Stories shared for all to see,
High emotion, running free,

The sun descends in golden sky,
I feel your presence walking by,
Fading son caught my eye,
Waving back, he said Good bye.

By Darren Wall
Feb 2015 · 3.8k
Judged (Fictional)
Darren Feb 2015
Judged


My fate lies in another's hands,
In front of the judge, is where I stand,
Sweating profusely, under my suit,
Waiting to end, this two year pursuit,

Which has consumed me every day,
Nowhere to put, these troubles away,
Clinical depression, grew out of control,
****** my life away, into a black hole,

Clouded by darkness, no light shone,
Desire to do anything, had already gone,
Locked myself up, staring at these walls,
Every glimmer of hope, destined for a fall.

Fighting with my mind, trying overcome,
More obstacles appear, before I’d begun,
Drifting through each day, like I wasn't there
Distant from the world, drawn into a stare

*

I climbed myself out, of this black hole,
To walk tall again, my one and only goal,
My vocals returned, clouds leaving my brain,
Sunshine appearing, clearing the rain,

Like sunny intervals, I had moments of joy,
Localised pressure, fog falling from the sky,
Trying to penetrate, deep into the cracks,
To rebuild my life, and return to the track,

Awaiting the moment, I hear the result,
As I fight from all corners, excepting my faults,
Refusing to be drawn, on the what ifs and whys,
The truth will prevail, and settle their cries,

Fact and understanding, from this broken man’s part,
Will show you his compassion, and the pain in his heart,
Whether it is accepted, my offering upon this plate,
I am ready for judgment, regardless of fate.

I will return to my family,
Regardless of your plan,
No longer..My life in pieces,
No longer..A broken man.
Feb 2015 · 414
Cold Heart
Darren Feb 2015
Why do I feel so cold?
Years pass, the longing to hold you..
..Is gone

My beautiful flower
Decomposed into the soil..
..No tears

The sun leaves me behind,
A stranger lies beneath,
Once a devoted wife,
Now an historic cheat,

I want to forgive you,
Time has twisted my heart,
No answers to my prayers,
Too long we’ve been apart,

One day our paths will cross,
I will lie amongst you once more,
Your weathered memory concealed,
By unforgiving moss
Feb 2015 · 2.6k
Flashback (fiction)
Darren Feb 2015
My husband sits for days on end,
Staring through his empty friend,
My tearful words fall alone,
His mind resides in combat zone,

A man replaced by shell so cold,
Numbed by scars of war untold,
Violent dreams lived each night,
Lashing out, at all in sight,

He returns to war inside his head,
Trauma stained by all bloodshed,
A trigger pulled, his mind released,
Begging for, all thoughts to cease,

His scars remain, but can't be seen,
Buried deep inside his dreams,
Years of therapy, will help him free,
From the damaging effects..
.. of Post Traumatic Stress

I pray for the day, he's finally home,
So the trauma of war, can leave us alone.
Jan 2015 · 884
My life compared
Darren Jan 2015
If I was to compare, my life with another,
Born the same, I'm led to discover,
Lives in a world, that is just like mine,
A mirror image, echoes the time,
The same job, and vocation,
Set within, the same location.

I reflect on the image, of my weary self,
No illness resides, an aurora of health,
Whereas I struggle, with duress upon me,
They are relaxed, as they ever could be.
A wide smile returns, no grey skin,
No walls around, keeping it in,

Why you ask, are they so calm?
Is it because, they live without harm?
Are not judged, or working to a rule,
That was made, by a government mule,
They have not suffered, mental pain,
Or lived a life, clouded by rain,

They live in a world, and they all get along,
United in harmony, like a beautiful song,
I can only dream, of their peaceful land,
Where instead of suffering...

They hold each other’s hand.
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