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Hopefully the wind will change and we stay, lips entwined forever.
 Aug 2017 Feggyr Citack
Madeon
It may take only a few seconds
to hurt someone that you love
but it may take a lot of years
to heal this pain.
The Fear
Now that it is Christmas, Nordic Jul or Hanukkah
there is much talk about the soul
like it should be an identity floating about
as a body less person.
To believe in a soul apart from body is a fallacy
the last bastion for dreamers,
those who believe in an afterlife
the will to accept death is the end of life.
Whether you put hundred on a grave
it doesn’t matter for the dead only
the florist thrives and
those who in the night steal flowers
for a lover; body and soul are
inseparable but there are times the soul
disappears first by Alzheimer
one hopes the body will join the absent soul
before memories has erased
the life the remembered.
I found a poem
it was packed away
in a box in an attic is where it lay
dormant in the dark
unable to say
the words he had written
his final day

the attic has light now
he heard the switch click
come to me come to me
hurry! be quick
I've waited for years
for ions to be read
then the sound of turning pages
danced in his head

he awaited the light when he heard paper turning
and the smile of a face would have his heart burning
closer and closer as the pages were freed
then stopped at the title and did not proceed
did not proceed but the eyes he could see
through the thin journal paper the eyes he could see
and the tears ran down cheeks of a child all but 3
Daddy, he said, 'Can you read this for me?'
'Perhaps you can read it some other day
when you're old enough to know just what it might say
Off now my child, we can't be all night
lay down the book and turn off the light

and from that day forward he waited for me
the child to return
to set the words free
I woke up one morning and I couldn't see
That total destruction was waiting for me
I jumped out of bed, gave a kiss on the cheek
Why didn't I know, I was so blind and so weak

I looked out the window, the sun shining bright
There wasn't a clue it all seemed so right
I gave in to love and chose to deny
The life that we had built was only a lie

I hurried and showered and then woke him up
I pulled back the cover and gave him a cup
Though masked oh so well, there was only deceit
Not one ounce of love and I would soon meet
The cold heart before me would soon be revealed
And I would be lost like a sheep in a field

The rose colored glasses that I chose to wear
Not protecting my heart from hurt and despair
Oh why was my guard put down for this one
My life it would change and it was all but done

I had given my heart to the wrong one indeed
And sacrificed all to a man filled with greed
I even denied what everyone knew
My life he had taken but my love only grew
All I had worked for my whole life through
Would be gone on this day and nothing I could do

My fate it was sealed on this sunny day
The life I had dreamed of was taken away
At the hands of a man I had to protect
There was no appreciation, not even respect
He used and abused me, to him just a game
But I let him do it and still took the blame

As hard as I tried the day it was here
They would all turn their backs and leave me with fear
The ones I had worked for and given my all
Would now just seek justice and put up a wall
In their minds they felt pity but determined to show
I made some wrong choices and I now have to go

Love conquers all, well I use to think
But it left me with nothing before I could blink
Though they all tried to tell me to just turn him in
Love destroyed my life; how blind I have been

The days that did follow became a nightmare
My eyes they would open, my cross I would bare
He left me in ruins and just walked away
My life changed forever that one sunny day.
Let god into you're heart they say and put you're faith in him, but what they don't know is that I'm a demon and the devil's already in.
Enoch, Just for fun
 Jul 2017 Feggyr Citack
medha
you and i
we'll move on
and forget all of this.

and maybe we'll even
find whatever it was that
we were looking for elsewhere.

and perhaps
we'll understand
why it ended the way it did.

but what we had
was precious and it'll
always exist somewhere.

in dying leaves and
the silences we shared
and maybe, the moon too.
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