POETRY
Express the mess to release the stress! Writing to, from, and about the parts within.
Looking In
I close my eyes.
Where once there was vividness
There is now a vague blur.
Stories and visions intermingle
A kaleidoscope of confusion.
Words and non-words alike
Are spoken and responded to.
The allure of reality is lost,
Replaced by the bliss of the abyss.
The joy of not knowing
Is ever more tempting.
Closing my eyes to avoid it all,
To get to where release was once felt.
But no more.
The avalanche of memory greets me.
I cannot escape the pain inside.
I long to let it go.
To let it all go.
I close my eyes.
Where once there was vividness
There is now a vague blur.
Stories and visions intermingle
A kaleidoscope of confusion.
Words and non-words alike
Are spoken and responded to.
The allure of reality is lost,
Replaced by the bliss of the abyss.
The joy of not knowing
Is ever more tempting.
Closing my eyes to avoid it all,
To get to where release was once felt.
But no more.
The avalanche of memory greets me.
I cannot escape the pain inside.
I long to let it go.
To let it all go.
This poem is from the book Words On A Page
Abyss
Slowly
Gently
I realise
I am falling
Into the abyss
That I created
Why can’t you hear my silent screaming?
Slowly
Gently
I realise
I am falling
Into the abyss
That I created
Why can’t you hear my silent screaming?
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
Life
I am just an ant
On a rock
Spinning in the abyss
Trudging through
Yet another day
Doing work
I can’t comprehend
At the whim
Of a queen
I’ll never meet
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken