"bleam" poems
The world turned its back on me,
I realized, I didn't know why I was crying.
Blank face, vague tears,
Grey skies, finite bleam.
I begged myself to leave me alone,
I felt something I musn't feel.
Cried with the loudest voice,
While my happiness wasn't on the tone.
Sadness filled my head,
It was the reason why I bled.
Discreet noise was its weapon,
T'was the silence of a hungry lion.
I became the prey of depression,
Anxiety became my companion.
I didn't have a choice,
They'd let me suffer if I escaped their prison.
I am tired.. no —
Not even that word would suffice.
I want to die.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
Peace being in the air
A certain stillness beyond compare
Yet tranquil and serene
A life with a bleam
No beckoning call within its own gleam
Quiet being put at the top
Unheard echoes with the brakes on stop
Not needing earplugs to cut down the noises
Imagination passed through the mind
Quiet to the chore
Relaxed anxiety to explore
Silence being more than a word
It’s an outcome in the utterance of heard
The utterance in not moving the lips
The encouragement only being a tip
Silence, Silence and Silence
Quiet, Peace and letting your mind be placed in guidance.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 5:44 AM UTC