Monthly Archives: August 2013
‘At the River Bank’
A delicate figure
Lying with her eyes open
Eyes once full of light
Now full of watery images
On the bank of a river
Hidden behind the ever-growing bushes
She lies lost in half sleep
A mysterious man kneeling by her side
A secret is hidden forever
In her mouth that will never matter a word again
In his fist that cries with remorse
And in the wind’s silent blow
That will carry their thoughts away
‘If you ask me’
If you ask me,
I won’t try
To please you with my answer,
Nor to force mine.
I won’t answer,
I won’t cry,
I’ll just stare straight ahead
For what was inside me
Has long ago died.
Still I can’t help but feel that
Your eyes stare blankly
Although you are spelling out words.
These words are like paper,
Crushed and thrown into space,
Once empty, now filled with meaningless crap.
If you ask me,
I won’t tell you
My opinion, although you might assume I don’t have one.
I’ll just keep my words inside
Where they won’t rotten as they would
Outside between pointless lies.
‘The New Beginning’
Setting free imagination
Letting go
Of the tainted thoughts
Of worn out feelings
I am home
I am home again
Faces smile through the fog of emptiness
I am
I am again
Looking for more pain
To drown in for the future