set so wide.
that can hide.
and a broken smile.
an empty voice.
a careless speech.
with little joy.
A beating heart
and a broken smile.
*No need to be ravelled up so tight,
just let loose and undo the fright
First time sticking to a form, not sure if I like it. Dampens the natural flow, almost rendering the writing process mathematical.
Identical chairs and wooden squares.
Absolute silence, bar the inpatients.
The echoes of a deathly infirmary.
Sitting, occupying the time.
Waiting to die.
I am left to wander in the depths of my despair.
A dark place; no light, no hope.
Perpetually crippled by deathly demons.
The selfish satans seeking insuppressible sadness and pain.
I, the lone wanderer, musn't give in.
A direction is beginning to take shape.
The lone wanderer will find an escape.
Pale skin, so delicate
Rivers of blue and green rushing with little red armies.
Shall I get to see my soldiers?
Am I really that brave?
All it takes is
one swift movement
to display the armies in their ravishing reds
rushing out and invading my outer-being.
The soldiers will forever more leave their mark.
An external reminder of internal turmoil.
Alas, I am far too weak.
I continue to fight off these soldiers whilst attempting to replace my false brave armour.
Monday Morning, I must speak.
I must liberate my mind and speak to the trusted adult.
I shall be probed and questioned by an understanding man
on the surface
but should I trust him?
Will I be locked up in Ballinasloe
or put on course after course of mystery capsules?
But, alas, I must speak.
I must speak for myself,
for my own benefit.
I must banish the doubts.
I must echo my name.
Fourteen Years I've known you.
We are Sixteen now , always the same
Always the ever present love/hate figure
"Best Friends Forever" we'd say
You were the only friend.
I may have took you for granted
I miss it all.
I miss everything, I miss you.
But we drove each other away
Without care or attention
Come back and save me please?
I need you now more than ever.
You've left me wandering aimlessly through life
I cannot go under. I am not Lady Lazarus.
I need my bestfriend.
It's a shame you're a statue.
Your stillness frustrates me;
Do you possess no emotion?
Do you have a heart, a conscious?
Are you human?
A work in progress :)
— The End —