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Mar 2020 · 181
Betrayal 2.0
Daisy Ashcroft Mar 2020
As your fingers tighten
I start to remember
That my faith in you is weakened.

As my breaths fade
Those happy moments
Swarm my mind.

Because when you push me and taunt me
There is only one thing I think:
The brother you were is gone.

And what hurts more
Than that realisation
Is the knowledge that
You remember those moments
In which got along.

That betrayal cuts me more
Than your fingers around my throat
I wrote another version of 'Betrayal'! This one's certainly shorter but I'm not sure if it's better.
Mar 2020 · 254
Noose
Daisy Ashcroft Mar 2020
The noose tightens
Day by day
And gradually my breaths
Get shorter and shorter

The noose tightens
Hour by hour
Until one day
My hands wrap real rope
Around my neck
And the once invisible
Takes true form
Just another poem based on my story...
Feb 2020 · 1.9k
Her Perfume
Daisy Ashcroft Feb 2020
Her perfume
I just love it so

Her perfume
Where she got it I long to know

Her perfume
It now clings to me

Her perfume:
The last memory of her that will ever be
I am writing a story with a character whose girlfriend goes missing. Just really felt that if she wrote a poem, it would be like this.
Feb 2020 · 164
What should I say?
Daisy Ashcroft Feb 2020
I try to think of what to say
To your story of why you were away.
But no words come to light
As I think of the times you thought you were right.

Your lies have become
A network of pain that can't be undone,
Your stories now seem to me
As untruthful as others told them to be.

I was blinded by love and all along you knew
That I'd never be able to see through
Your crap but now I know the way
To a life where you will have to pay.

Perhaps that's exactly what I'll write
Or perhaps I'll leave you lonely in the night
Just so that you can see
Just how much hate for you I have inside me.
Feb 2020 · 302
Transform
Daisy Ashcroft Feb 2020
He tilts his head
To the girl walking past.
She diverts her eyes, she is smooth and fast.

His lips turn down
He takes a glance at the floor
And when he looks up, he is human no more.

In a second, he transforms
Hurt man to seething beast.
His minds are raging storms
And his hate is ready for release.

It takes only a suspicious look
Or a slight misstep
And his wrath is unhooked.

You ought to watch out, girl
For he'll get you, too.
Jan 2020 · 392
Unstable
Daisy Ashcroft Jan 2020
When my world turned upside down,
And it seemed all forces were against me,
I thought you were the one thing stable,
Something I could cling to blindly.
But instead you are the feet
That have shaken the foundations loose.
You are the winds,
Ripping years of roots from the ground.
I thought you were stable
In my world of instability.
But instead,
You are the world.
A poem loosely based on a story I am writing.
Dec 2019 · 395
Blink
Daisy Ashcroft Dec 2019
Blink
Once
Twice
Thrice
Keep blinking  
Don’t think more about it
Just blink
Blink away the dark
Because my lashes are that strong aren't they.
Dec 2019 · 254
Little Lies
Daisy Ashcroft Dec 2019
Little lies like these
Can hold many
Truths
Dec 2019 · 200
A Lie
Daisy Ashcroft Dec 2019
A lie
A lie is what I am
A lie is what I am living
A lie is what I am living everyday

But no one knows
Not a soul knows
That a lie is what I am living

'It's nice to meet you' they say
'It's nice to meet the real you' they unknowingly lie

And the lie within me laughs
The lie within me chortles endlessly
The lie within me snickers and prances and chortles and laughs.
For only it knows
That a lie is what I am living,
That a lie is what I am.
A little bit of an exaggeration of how I feel, but what isn't an exaggeration?
Dec 2019 · 351
A Facade
Daisy Ashcroft Dec 2019
I know it seems
Like I'm a
Typical
****-up
Boring
Nerd,
But I'm not;
That's just
My facade for
The real me.
Dec 2019 · 90
Untitled
Daisy Ashcroft Dec 2019
The flower falls
A petal dies
No nectar for all
The butterflies.
Just a little thing I wrote when I was bored. Not much..
Dec 2019 · 375
The Weight of Silence
Daisy Ashcroft Dec 2019
The weight of silence is easy
You can learn it too
Just sit and breathe and let
The silence do what it needs to do

Thus when I come to you
You know I don't want your talk
Of 'Just know I'm here'
And you won't expect me to walk
You along the path of my fear

All you do is sit and breathe and listen
Just sit and breathe and let
The weight of silence
Turn on the faucet
Of slow, slow healing
Started to lose its flow towards the end, but the poem just came to me so I had to get it out as quickly as possible.
Daisy Ashcroft Dec 2019
It's not a monster
That haunts me each and
Every night
It's the thing
That follows me
Everywhere
I go
It's just me
My conscience
And the
Demons inside
My heart
And mind
Dec 2019 · 135
They don't tell you
Daisy Ashcroft Dec 2019
They don't tell you
What you've done wrong
So you keep going
About knowing
You shouldn't be doing
Something
But you don't
Know what the
Hell that
Something
Is.
That's why I stick
To myself
That's why I
Ignore
Everyone.
Dec 2019 · 89
Title
Daisy Ashcroft Dec 2019
Put the chips in the oven
But leave them to burn

Put a hood up
And cover my face

Music in my ears but can't really hear
Just feel the tears as they sing

Not thinking, just sat in my mind
Floating in feelings with no name or reason

Nothing's here
No nothing's here
Too many things
Too much stuff

Then a catch of breath
A higher note in the song

Now it's all just done and gone
Nothing changed but everything did

Peel earphones from my ears
Look around and blink
Wipe the tears and think

The chips are black but I take them out
What the fk just happened?
What the f
k was that?
Nov 2019 · 238
Nothing like night
Daisy Ashcroft Nov 2019
There's nothing like the night
When the world finally sinks from sight
At last I feel as if I actually might
Be alone with the darkness
Nov 2019 · 401
You can't see her
Daisy Ashcroft Nov 2019
The marks on her pen
The wood splinters on her headboard
The stained and bent feathers of her pillow
The cheap stimulants in her drawer
All masked by your ignorance and naivety
Her stilted smiles and loose words.
So don't say that you 'know her'
- I'll hurt you if you do -
And don't say you love her
- We'll **** you if you try.
You don't 'know her'
Or 'love her';
For God's sake you can't even see her.
Nov 2019 · 235
Does it know?
Daisy Ashcroft Nov 2019
Does the moon know?
That people seek it for support,
For hope and companionship?

Does it know that to us,
It's much more than just a ball of
Rock floating in darkness?
It has existed for billions of years,
Orbiting us ever loyally
Always the faithful servant dragged around by gravity
And yet it does not know
That the people who trampled on its skin
Blemishing its once-spotless soil,
The people who pierced its flesh with a flag
Of arrogance,
Vanity
And conceit,
Look to it for guidance in their selfish,
Mediocre lives.

But now imagine if it did know.

If it had feelings like the ones we pride ourselves in having - or not having.
Would it look to us for assurance too?
Feeling proud that it can reach such a deep level of 'understanding'?

Would it love our mysterious glow, created not by
The Sun, but by our artificial light and rivers of blood?
Would it feel pressure, always having to help us?

Or would it soak up our love
Delighting in our mostly undivided attention
Secretly knowing that even though it is..
Small,
Uninhabitable,
Lonely,
It will live longer than us
And the technology that was never meant to be in the Universe's gift that is Earth in the first place?
What do you guys believe it would think if it knew? Why do we look up to it so much?Why is it so assuring to us that it's always up there?
Nov 2019 · 1.2k
Leave Me Alone
Daisy Ashcroft Nov 2019
Words have no meaning
And yet nor do sounds
These letters have no feeling
When I write them down
My pen is a tool
And yet I feel like no creator
I simply copy words down like a common fool
These thoughts are no straighter
Than a forest of weeds
They are burning inside me
But I cannot simply feed
Them out onto paper. You see,
I don’t know what all these thoughts even mean;
They are spoken in a language that has never been seen
So I write and I write and yet I still do not understand
How to lead them out by the hand,
Into the world for you all to read.
Now leave me alone, for it is more than just words on a page that I need.
Oct 2019 · 254
Where do we go?
Daisy Ashcroft Oct 2019
The only question I really want answered
Is as simple as a white wall.
I suppose it is exactly like a white wall;
Open to interpretation,
Masked by paints and graffiti
Yet still just the same, blank wall as before.
My question, you ask. What is it?
Well, it should be straightforward but there are no answers
As of yet.
My question:
Where do we go when we die?
Think about this a lot. I think it worries me a little but also intrigues me, makes me think about things more than a teenager should. What do you think?
Oct 2019 · 732
Welcome!
Daisy Ashcroft Oct 2019
Greeting and salutations!
Our esteemed guests are here.
To fight their imaginations
And give in to the fear.

Welcome!
Make yourselves at home
We hope you enjoy yourselves
And make it through the night.
Partly inspired by Five Nights at Freddy's; mostly inspired by my strange and crazy imagination!
Oct 2019 · 308
Untitled
Daisy Ashcroft Oct 2019
One word
Is all
I need
From you.
One word,
Then I
Will go,
Will disappear,
And that
I promise
Oct 2019 · 170
Betrayal
Daisy Ashcroft Oct 2019
You mess me around
As if I am clay
Easily moldable
To your cold hands
But I am not clay.

You push me around
As if I am a joke
Laughed at
By your friends
But I am no joke.

You slap me and kick me
As if I am solid
But I will break
Just like glass
I am not that strong.

When you bully me,
When you hurt me,
It does more than just
Shatter my bones;
It shatters my heart

Because I still remember
Those days when we were
Friends,
Those days when we laughed
Together,
Those days when we made fun of
Others.

So when you push me around
As if I am a doll,
The betrayal
Stings more
Than the physical bruises.
Daisy Ashcroft Oct 2019
I am but thirteen years old and yet
I feel as though I am older

I write, I read, I play, I laugh
All things that a child of my age should

And yet somehow I feel as though
There is more inside that I need to let go
I read these poems, row by row
But these writers shall never know
That I have looked up to them since long ago

I am young, I am smart
Therefore there is not much I can change into art

I'm a teenager, I'm at school
So on this site I feel like a fool

Right now, I don't have much to say
But maybe I will some other day
So please wait for the moment that I say 'Hey!
Here's something I can write about that won't just fade away.'
Oct 2019 · 240
Iknowyou
Daisy Ashcroft Oct 2019
I know you.
And so I know that you are not from here.
And that you want to go back to wherever you came from.
But you won't admit it - to me or to the world -
Because you are afraid:
Afraid of being rejected by that place and then
Having nowhere to go.
You can't believe that any longer;
if you continue this belief, you'll get nowhere.
And eventually this world will realise that you don't
Belong here and banish you anyway.
So don't keep lying
Because I can't be bothered
With this anymore either.
Good day to you.
And I hope you make up your mind
For it won't be long
Until...well
Do I really have to tell you?
Oct 2019 · 184
I whisper to the darkness
Daisy Ashcroft Oct 2019
I whisper to the darkness
But not even the gods can hear
I keep talking regardless
Because it is still better than the fear.

My sheets are my only protection
From the torture that you lay bare.
My pain was clearly your addiction
But all I ever did was stare
At the bruises, at the scars
At the coldness that is ours.
At the boxes of cigars
That you smoked until you saw stars.

I should have done more but we all know the price
Of going against those who control our lives
You made everything torture, so refined and precise,
And yet ‘get back here’ is still your advice.

I whisper to the darkness all day and all night
Simply because it is the only thing saving me from your deadly plight.
Daisy Ashcroft Oct 2019
You’re not here to hold us any longer,
But that does not mean you’re not here.
You are, and will always remain,
Deep in our hearts.
And in every breath we take,
we will remember you.
Because you gave us life,
You were our life.
So don't think for one moment,
That we will ever forget
The times and the memories
That you gave to us
To treasure and cherish
Within our souls
For forever and eternity.
You're not here to hold us any longer,
But we will never forget...you.
Oct 2019 · 246
That Feeling
Daisy Ashcroft Oct 2019
The feeling that someone watches
Everywhere I go
The feeling that someone listens
To everything I say
The feeling that I'm not alone
Even in the darkness

That Feeling haunts me day and night
And I cannot brush it off
Cannot choose to ignore it.

Because it beats at my mind
My pulse echoing along
Until I am driven crazy

Because it hums a different melody
To the one I am singing
Until I am forced to change song

Because it slithers along my skin
Fighting through the soap I layer on
Until I continue to feel *****

Because it is the very devil
Trailing after me
Chuckling at my misery
Smiling at my fury
Cackling at the guilt
That ever deepens

It's that feeling that drove me to do this
So farewell
And tell my stalker
That it was fun.
Jun 2019 · 142
This Place
Daisy Ashcroft Jun 2019
I daren't close my eyes
For fear of losing this place
The tranquility it has bestowed upon me

The lakes shift in their eternal sleep
The boats nod to each other in their marching lines

There is darkness all around
But still I can see
The world resting around me

Fog hovers in the quiet air
Weary of the silence in this place

There are buildings but no on is home
For this is home for no one
This is where the dreamers wander

I see no moon watching from the sky
I see no stars humming their sweet airs

But I do no fear
For I feel not a thing
Beside the stillness this place can bring

Mists and clouds and rains and shadows
And yet nothing touches my skin

My soul is a separate from my body
But I am still here
Observing and waiting

For what is unbeknownst to me
But no sense of troubledness comes

I drift with the current that is not there
Alone in the boat of dreams
And then it is gone and only shadows are seen

I daren't close my eyes
Or let this world slip away
For it is my home above the clouds
Where only peace remains
But in the morning this world will be gone
And I will be left alone
With only people there.
Daisy Ashcroft Jun 2019
I built these walls up,
Brick by brick,
When I was just a child.
They kept me safe,
They kept me sane,
They kept me from you.

I built these walls up,
Brick by brick,
Cementing them with the hate,
The pain,
The disgust
That you inflicted upon me.

I built these walls up,
Brick by brick,
Hoping they could shield my heart,
Hoping they could protect me from the world,
Hoping they could stop you.

I built these walls up,
Brick by brick,
A layer for each hour of loathing,
Each hour of self-hatred,
Each hour of torture,
That I barely endured.

I built these walls up,
Brick by brick,
To save me from the world.
To save the world from me.

But then you came,
On that motorcycle.
Speeding down my road
With coldness in your heart.

But then you came,
And tore these walls apart.
And I couldn't bear it;
You ripped them asunder with your bare fingers
Without even laying a hand on me.

But then you came,
And I saw your face,
And these walls
I had built up,
Brick by brick,
All those years ago,
Those walls came shattering down.
Jun 2019 · 966
This Noise Around Me
Daisy Ashcroft Jun 2019
This noise around me
It's more than I can bear
It's too loud
It's too busy
All I want is to be alone

This noise around me
Is all I ever hear
The chattering of a bird
The screaming of a child
They fill up my brain

This noise around me
Is suffocating. All I know
Is that I can't breathe,
I can't swallow,
I can no longer hear myself

This noise around me
It takes up too much space
There is no room for me to move
No room for me to live
It takes up every empty pocket in me

This noise around me
Is inside me. Loud and incessant
The sounds are my own
The voices are my own
But I simply can't rid of them

This noise inside me
It's more than I can bare
It's too loud
It's too busy
All I want is to be alone.

Truly alone
With the darkness
And silence.
Alone with no noise.
All I want is to be at peace.
Daisy Ashcroft May 2019
The darkness wrapped me
In its warm embrace
As I took that step forward, mind starting to race,
Over that bridge that kept at bay the tide
And into..the dark side.

The house looked near,
And I swallowed the words,
That to you, to the world,
I longed desperately to let not be shy,
As my pained and final goodbye.

You waited in the garden
Stood fixed in place,
Hovering shadows leaping upon your face.
You smiled so finely over at me
But I looked away for fear of crying so spectacularly.

Tears limned your eyes and
That was pain that I saw
Thinning your lips and
Scrunching your jaw
And you looked oh so different from before.

You seemed so foreign to me on that
Night. Your hair unkempt
And your face so tight,
It hurt me to the core and I felt oh so mad
To see you so...sad.

So I knew I could not
Rid you of my life
For I needed you so much it
Would surely be a jagged knife
To my swollen heart of you were not here.

So I didn't big you farewell in that garden
As I had intended to.
Instead I held you tight,
Only our breaths barring our two
Lives and not miles and miles of endless night.

Voice but a whisper, emotions with no lid,
I said gripping your hand, 'I simply cannot bid
Farewell to you.' Your relieved grin fuelled my heart
And it must have upset the heavens above
To see us together..feeling nothing but undying love.
May 2019 · 556
My Friend: The Moon
Daisy Ashcroft May 2019
Tonight I lie so restlessly,
Tossing and turning continuously,
But sleep evades me and I am left alone
With just my thoughts and views on the world that is unbeknown
To everyone and no one. I am just a child,
My perspectives so naive and completely wild.
It is silent here and there is nothing but shadows
To console me when I fall into my many sorrows.

The gentle breathing of another
Calls to the loneliness that comes to smother
Me in its troubles and its woes.
Why I feel so empty, no one but God really knows.
With dreams in a far away land,
I sit up and extend a tired hand
To open the curtain that is the barrier between
My world and the real world that I have so little seen.

When the sun is slumbering in the blanket of darkness,
The sheets are my only solid harness
To keep me from slipping into the life beyond
And the peace of which I am so fond.
When the city is resting after a busy day,
I long to just simply fade away
Into the dancing pattern of stars
That seem to soften the stain of the world's many scars.

I feel no fear when I look out there
At the city that has been stopped bare
Of its many facades, leaving only the calm
That was once handed down to is by the holy Lamb's palm.
The silence is no longer a fright
For our there in the beautiful light,
Shimmering and basking in the great light,
My friend, the moon, smiles down at me and protects this little-known sight
That I have come to love and hold so dear
Every night when sleep is far from near.
May 2019 · 205
I Killed A Man
Daisy Ashcroft May 2019
I killed a man.
I killed a man on that Sunday morning.
The morning the world worships the god of forgiveness.
But no god will forgive me
For the sin I committed
On that cold, cold Sunday morning
When I let darkness into my heart.

I killed a man.
I felt so much hate, so much power, so much wrath.
But I felt no guilt,
No sorrow for my theft.
Yes, I am a thief now,
A cold-hearted thief who stole a life.
Now I am a monster.

I killed a man,
With fingers hungry for blood,
With a voice unbeknown to man,
With hate burning in my eyes.
Yes, I killed a man.
I killed a fellow human.
But I was not human when I killed that man.
For that man...
He was my father.
Daisy Ashcroft May 2019
I wonder many things
When I am left to my thoughts
The words in my mind
A never-ending book of sorts.

But there is one question
That burns through all I know
A fire drowning out the noise
A clutching hand that will never let go.

When will my time come?
Is it a day, a week, a year?
When will my life be gone and done?
I will always wonder when my end is near.

Who will remember my name?
Who will bury me in that grave?
What songs will they sing?
What church bells will they ring?
And would life still be the same?

It is fear that I feel
When I am left alone.
Fear that pushes my to look at my phone,
Checking for messages
That may be a goodbye.
Checking for messages
Before I have the chance..to die.

I wonder many things
When I am left to my thoughts.

But it is that image
Of a coffin and a grave
With me stuck inside
Of the boulder closing shut the cave.

And most painful of all,
Sat watching the fire start to fall,
My dear family and friends,
Waving to the life that fades
In the golden glow that the setting sun sends..
May 2019 · 283
I Have A Question For You
Daisy Ashcroft May 2019
I have a question for you:
Do you know the brutal agony
That wrenches your heart asunder
When you have your child,
Your flesh and blood,
Torn viciously from you
As you lie helplessly in bed
Ignorant to the tormented crying of your baby?

I have a question for you:
Do you know the burning fury
That scorches and swarms in your soul
When someone you loathe
Can manipulate your every movement
As if you are a foolish juvenile?

Do you know the roaring beast of betrayal
That casts rotten, merciless shadows
Over every bleak thing
You lay your tortured, tear-pricked eyes upon?

Do you know the unrelenting guilt
That destroys every comfort you desperately seek
And drowns you in your own misery
When your entire family die
On your very conscience?

If so, then you are only
A few steps closer to
Understanding the torment
That grinds me up every night
Only to spit me out each morning
For the hell dogs I called my friends
To sniff at in disdain

You are only a few steps closer
To entering the churning,
Burning,
Thrashing
Sea that eats me whole
When the fragile walls around my happiness
Shatters into millions of pieces.

So I have a question for you:
Do you have a single clue
About the real world?
Apr 2019 · 94
Struggle
Daisy Ashcroft Apr 2019
When the world has gone dark,
And the vultures have come
To pick our bones clean,
That is the day humans will struggle.

When the rivers have flooded,
And the sea is full of beasts
Hungry for food and prey,
That is the day fish will struggle.

When the lamp has died down,
And the ink has vanished
No longer drawn onto paper,
That is the day the writers will struggle.

But when you break my heart,
And leave me to pick up the pieces
That lie quivering on the ground,
That is the day I will crawl up
Into a ball of misery.
That is the day I will struggle
To breathe;
No air will be left in my lungs.
To eat;
No appetite will be left in me.
To sleep;
No dreams will be left in my mind.

Yes, that is the day I will struggle,
And only because of you.
Apr 2019 · 257
Winter Chill
Daisy Ashcroft Apr 2019
The winter chill creeps through my bones,
Strangling the warmth,
Gripping my soul.
I wander alone through the blistering cold,
The wind picking up and chilling me.
How I yearn to be near a fire,
Its warmth melting the frost that lies thickly upon my heart,
And seeping through the cracks of loneliness.
The land around me is barren,
Not a single soul insight.
Grey snow crunches beneath my feet .
Time stands still,
My breaths appearing before me,
Fogging my view.
A mist encircles me.
I give up the futile battle of fighting the pain,
And I let Mother Nature take hold…

A blanket of snow envelopes me as I stand a statue,
Waiting for Death to take me.
Greeting as old friends we walk together,
Along the path that leads away from the dreaded cold.
But just as we reach the end,
Death banishes me back to Earth.
For I do not deserve the luxury of the afterlife,
I do not deserve the sights of the promised pearly gates
Heaven had been denied of me!
So I stand alone again,
The cracks opening up inside me,
Numbness relieving me of the tiredness,
Of the stress,
And of the longing that bear me down.
So I stand alone again - in the icy grips of Mother Nature...
Apr 2019 · 261
Sometimes...
Daisy Ashcroft Apr 2019
Sometimes I feel
As if life couldn't get better.
Sometimes I feel
As if I am lesser.

Sometimes I wish
That nothing could be unpleasant.
Sometimes I wish
That this wasn't the present.

But sometimes,
When my world has gone dark,
When the city is nought but a spark.

I start to wonder
What it was like before
And what scars it has in store.

And sometimes,
Through these rushing thoughts I plunder,
I loosen the grip that my mind is under.
The hidden depths of those around
Calling, just waiting to be found.
I simply float from myself, at last unpinned,
Becoming the shadows and the wind.

And let myself be free
So that sometimes...
I am not stuck inside me.
Apr 2019 · 244
A Silent Promise of Pain
Daisy Ashcroft Apr 2019
Alone in the desert,
A gun strapped to his back,
He stares to the horizon.

Wind rustling his hair,
Sand whipping at his feet,
He watches the battle rage on.

Face of deadly calm,
Hands loose at his sides,
He prepares to unleash his wrath.

Scars tainting his face,
Internal pain bruising his soul,
He takes a step closer.

Alone in the desert,
A gun strapped to his back,
He whispers to the burning light:

A silent promise of torment,
A silent promise of misery,
A silent promise of pain.

To everyone who dared scathe him,
To everyone who dared look at him,
And to everyone unwilling to die.
Apr 2019 · 584
Only Ever With An Enemy
Daisy Ashcroft Apr 2019
Only ever with an enemy,
Glaring with blood-red eyes at our backs,
Do we talk.

Only ever with an enemy,
Snapping words of disgust
In our faces,
Do we unite.

Only ever with an enemy,
Splintering the world and all within to pieces,
Do we become sisters,
Do we become ourselves again.

So I ask,
In a voice no more than a whisper,
With a shadow of pure wrath spreading,
'Who are you truly?'
And 'Why only ever...with an enemy?'
Please please leave some comments!! I'm new to this website and I would love some feedback!
Apr 2019 · 324
That Monster Within
Daisy Ashcroft Apr 2019
My hands,
So thin and frail,
Shudder.

My mind,
So full of fury,
Shakes.

My heart,
So broken and lost,
Trembles.

Sharp claws,
Dripping with hate and anger,
Rip free from skin,
A whisper in the darkness.

Fanged teeth,
Promising pain and vengeance,
Spring free from gums,
A slither in the darkness.

Dark fur,
Roaring of a beast,
Grow free of pores,
A hiss in the darkness.

My hands clench,
My mind crumbles,
My heart thunders,
Because the darkness..is me.

At last,
After years of battling that shadow,
I have succumbed...
To that monster within.
Daisy Ashcroft Apr 2019
In amongst the darkness,
I still see your burning light.
In amongst the shouting,
I still hear your singing voice.
In amongst the endless blood,
I still scent your holy tears.
In amongst the world,
In amongst the hate,
In amongst the raging war,
I still see you,
Your love and heart and passion.
You burn so bright,
You fight so strong.
You are the burning light,
That even angels are drawn to.
Apr 2019 · 273
The Comfort of Silence
Daisy Ashcroft Apr 2019
A pool
Deep within
The mountain

A shelter
To those
Who suffered

A sanctuary
For souls
Internally injured

A stone
Sinking far
Below light

Not joy
Not peace
But safety

No warmth
No love
But home

A pool
Deep within
The mountain

Sacred, hidden
Ice, fire
Darkness, light

A refuge
For those
Who seek
The comfort
Of silence.

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