Peace.
Be Still
Why can't my broken
Heart stop
Just...
Be Still
And give me
Peace.

It’s the bits and pieces that I let you see

The parts of which fall from me

Like the ****** tears from the crying stone

Gathering around, but I’m still alone

Smiling and laughing as I die inside

Nothing to gain nothing to hide

Wishing that someone would just care

Seeing that no one is really there

Am I just a ghost or really here?

Not knowing the answer is my worst fear

You see me, you see through me

No acknowledgement no apathy

This is all that’s left of  me…

I never fully understood
The paths my feet walked
The briars that reached out
To scratch
the brambles that clung
to my soul
cross roads that I often
stood at
wondering which direction
I need to go which road
I need not go back on
And where do I wind up at?
Still have not found the end
The journey goes on
Through time and space
Leaving me to learn the lessons
Over and over again

She looked into the mirror
a reflection she hoped to see
“Who am I who have I become?”
the reply was answered
“Nobody”

She stood up and turned to him
tears frozen in her blue eyes
A look of sadness upon his face
as she told to him her last good bye’s

Fair thee well Fair thee well
your time has come and past
go to her with an open heart
find peace and love at last

She bowed her head and walked away
into the cold misty brine
never more, just no one
only a dream once upon a time…

I sat down next to you

And held your hand

But yet you did not

Feel me

I smiled at you

Your stare was straight

Ahead

As if you never even

Acknowledged me

I came up to you

To kiss your lips

But you slowly turned

And walked away

I saw you kneeling down

And bent to comfort you

Only to see

That I was the one in the ground…

The pearl necklace fell
From her ivory neck
They did scatter amoungst
The cracks and crevasses
Of the empty tomb
Emotions that had long
Since been scattered
Scurrying along the stone
To the sound of rats and mice
She counted as they ran
From her fingertips
Not wanting capture
By her cold cold hands
Not wanting to entrapment
On a cold cold neck
The string had broken
Much as her spirit
The golden clasp has rusted
Much like her heartstrings
She sat down alone
As withered as the roses
In the vase dusty crystal vase
Remembering a time before
When youth was best wasted
In the undergrounds of Paris
Where beauty, her beauty
Reigned effulgent
When she never gave a thought
To anything other than dark desire

She feels my presence around her
She knows that I have come
I pick up the white orbs
That did escape from her
To place them all
Back in her rigored
Dead hand

It lies there dormant at times
Waiting for a chance to escape
Patiently plotting what next to do
Knowing soon that I will break

Slowly it emerges from sleep
Flowing freely through my veins
Settling in to rest within me
It is whom I blame

It mocks me with every twist and turn
A Symbiotic relationship I wish not to have
Invading every fiber of my being
Making this once proud rebel a slave

No longer am I able to be
That strong person I was
In place now just a fragile shell
Who does nothing but withdraw

Maybe soon there will be a cure
For this evil that is within
Before my body is faded and dead
And I can regain my life again…

I am losing myself to this darkness.
I do not know which way to turn.
The light I no longer see. I only feel pain.
Nothing like this before has overtaken me and this
I do not understand. I am confused.
I cannot help those who need me if I cannot help myself.
When shall this darkness lift?
When shall the light return?
When will this pain go away?
I have never been this way in my life.
I am at a loss for words.
I sit all day staring out the window
watching the leaves fall from the trees.
I watch as the others come and go, as the door slams shut
and opens once again as they return.
And yet, I sit. I wait.
And I still do not understand these feelings that I have.