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Warren Apr 2019
The nightmare came again
I froze in fear,
Praying that the dark wouldn’t notice me,
Barely breathing,
Too afraid to look round,
Rigid,
I held my breath,
Sweat beaded on my brow,
I waited,
Prayed,
Seconds felt like minutes,
............
Instantly the fear came over me like a gut churning sickness,
It knew I was there,
I didn’t need to know how,
I could feel it,
I tried to run but my legs were stuck,
Like they were in slow motion,
I summoned all my strength but still they barely moved,
I felt the impending hatred,
The fear closing in,
My panic grew,
My eyes widened,
Every muscle in my body strained,
I screamed but it was barely a whisper,
Despair flooded me,
Dread consumed me,
Submission overtook me,
Then nothing.
My nightmare won this time.
Warren Apr 2019
Your the architects of your own oppression,
Surrendered in fear from the threat of aggression,
Collaborating to salvage the scraps,
Living in squalor between the gaps,
Your empowered people from your loyal elect,
Exploit you and treat you with disrespect,
We cannot fathom why you live this way,
We don’t understand the games you play,
We’ve shared our knowledge in an open embrace,
But you refuse to share it with the rest of your race,
Even now as your planet dies,
Your greed is the blindfold that covers your eyes,
You aren’t the first that we have found,
That walks across their dying ground,
Though you may be the last that will ever be,
Unless you have an epiphany,
I will return when all is done,
When the crescent light shines from the blackened sun,
But for now I must tend to matters at hand,
To other planets on the cusp of being ******.
Warren Apr 2019
Be.
Be the light that shines in me,
A glimmer of stability,
Be the hope that carries me,
Protects my vulnerability,
Be the fight that lives in me,    
My unpredictability,
Be the truth that teaches me,
Show me my own humility,
Be the dark that frightens me,
Shatters my tranquility,
Be the fear that threatens me,
And cures my instability
Be the one that honours me,
With your eligibility,
Be the one that’s there for me,
Aligned in synchronicity,
Be my eyes through which I see,
Be my deepest clarity,
Be everything you need to be,
But most of all,
Love me.
Warren Apr 2019
Why are we - the great creation causing so much devastation,
The intimidated nature of an implicated nation,
There's too much plastic in our oceans,
And Palm oil in our lotions
Our fixes are shortsighted for a world that’s been so blighted,
Is anyone concerned that we never seem to learn.
How much longer can we last,
How much fuel is left to burn.
We call this a democracy which really means hypocrisy -
of a convoluted prophecy which is actually bureaucracy,
The masses keep on moving always scared of what their losing ,
Thinking that they’re choosing when In fact they’re just abusing.
Have we triggered our demise, can you hear the planet cry,
Does no one give a **** or ever think to question why,
Should we not try to transition from our terminal condition,
What’s the point of this admission if we’ve lost sight of ambition.
Warren Apr 2019
I never know whether to listen or hear,
Step away when you cry or be catching your tear,
Flood you with love or play hard to get,
Be annoyed when it’s hard or turned on when it’s wet,
I struggle to juggle the feelings I feel,
To know if my thoughts are imagined or real,
To give you enough or take what you need,
To think that your trapped or know that your freed,
Am I overthinking or under thought,
Is it better to fight,
Or is that why we fought,
Should I always be honest and tell you the truth,
Or would that be naive and slightly uncouth,
I don’t want to lose you or force you to stay
I over analyse all that you say,
I know it’s crazy it’s *******,
I don’t even know if I should show you this.
This is the truth of what’s in my head,
During the day and laid in my bed,
This is inside of my anxious mind,
This is the wall that I hide behind.
Warren Apr 2019
I was broken when we first met,
Chewed up and spat out.
You could see my damage from a mile away,
Who wouldn’t the state I was in,
But you were drawn to it,
Attracted to my vulnerability,
Too my brokenness,
We dated,
I was hopeless,
I was a whirlwind of tears and tequila,
Yet you never judged me,
In fact you moved me in with you,
And you showed me endless patience,
You used your love to slowly close my wounds,
Your faith to stem my bleeding soul
And your strength to rebuild my heart,
Your confidence carried me,
You let me relish in your peace,
Feel safe in your protection.
You never rushed me,
You were just happy to help me,
You gave me you so I could be me,
I owed you so much,
I would of given you anything.......
And then you stopped.
Just like that .... You stopped.
I don’t know what changed you but you changed,
You set about tearing new wounds in me,
You became the hate that broke my heart,
And you used your strength to try and take back all the confidence you had given me,
You were the child who’d break his toy to stop anyone else from enjoying it,
Only I wasn’t  your toy to break,
I refused to be broken again,
I took your strength once because you offered it,
Hell I may well of needed it,
But know this,
It was my choice.
Just as I now choose to reject your hate,
*******,
******* to hell and back.
I chose to let you help me and I loved you for it,
But it wasn’t a debt you can call in,
That’s where you went wrong,
Thinking I owed you,
When I became strong enough that I didn’t need your strength,
You stopped wanting me and started hating me,
And now I realise you never actually loved me,
You loved helping me,
Being my knight in shining armour,
It was never about you and me,
It was always about you.
And it will only ever be about you.
I only have this to say to you...
THANK YOU.
Thank you for reminding me how strong I can be,
Thank you for giving me the time to piece myself back together,
And thank you for showing me the difference between love and need,
I loved you for you but you just needed me for yourself.
So thank you,
And *******.
Warren Apr 2019
When my breathless body returns to the earth from which it came,
Let it be known that I tried,
In the face of damnation,
With the manacles of propriety digging deep into my flesh,
And the corpulent greed of the contumacious seeping from every open door,
Let them say that I tried,
Inside this strident existence that we call our own,
Where the fastidious prey on the guileless,
I just wanted to be a luminous beacon of intransigent truth,
A munificent solace for those In need,
I just wanted one zealous moment to make a difference,
And as the remnants of me powder and dust into the soil in which I lie,
Let at least one person say that my life was worthwhile,
That my existence was heuristic,
Because if I am to become just another sorry loss,
An echoed memory only deserving of a sorrowful after thought,
Then what was it all worth,
And more so,
Why then would anyone else bother.
Because if we cannot make a difference,
Then I would rather not be remembered at all.
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