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 May 2017 Marta C Weeks
Shashi
Bright light's knife
swirl inside me
Cutting the edges
of the soul

Heart left withered
Hope betraying
Time fading

Memories, buried deep down
But not dead
Love's a trap
Darkness only friend

Coz it's time
Not of lights

Everything black
Is enlightening,
Everything shining
misleading

It's one decision away
Love, hope.. Pain, agony
Imprisonment and freedom

They dance above my head
Enjoying the show
Oh are they devils
Or angels, I do not know

They all appear same
Friends or foe
Misery or joy,
making me wonder
Am I a human
Or just a toy

When nothingness
Is all what left

Nothing to feel
Nothing to say,
No I do not fear of the dark
it's light that make me fade away.
Ever wondered why
Sound’s only intense
In its absolute absence
One's senses are stretched taut
just on the edge of snapping.
 May 2017 Marta C Weeks
Webbers
Got to be strong,
Other ways are wrong,
Got to have fight,
And be full of might,
Need tough skin,
To be able win,
Must forget all the hurt,
Not be afraid of the dirt,
Must never cry,
Better to die,
This is what I need to be,
But this will never be me.
 May 2017 Marta C Weeks
Webbers
Sleep eludes me tonight,
My mind puts up too much fight,
I should really go to bed,
But I can’t calm my head,

The hours are gradually ticking by,
The sun will soon appear in the sky,
Then I will have to head off to work,
Without sleep I shall go berserk,

So it would be better if I could just sleep,
Preferably it would be nice and deep,
Being awake is no good for me,
I will need to down lots of tea,

But I don’t know how to settle my mind,
Inner peacefulness I can’t seem to find,
So here I am writing this,
Thinking of those that I miss.
 May 2017 Marta C Weeks
Webbers
Dad
 May 2017 Marta C Weeks
Webbers
Dad
Dad I miss you so much,
I wish I could feel your touch,
It’s been so long,
That feels so wrong,
Eighteen years it’s been,
Without you to be seen,
Why did you have to die,
I always ask myself why,
I wasn’t ready for you to go,
That was something you had to know,
You gave me protection,
You gave me affection,
I lost them both when you went,
Took years before I could vent,
The pain is still here,
Still just as clear,
Weighing on my heart,
Tearing it apart,
Dad why did you go,
I wasn’t ready you know.
I've lost my fishes
My pottery fishes...

ماهی هایم را گم کرده ام
...سفال بودند
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