Dreams

Once again, within a dream,
Upon a street you’ve never seen
I saw your face and heard your voice
I took your hand (I had no choice).

There, into weary eyes I looked,
And read your story like a book,
Though sections still remain unclear,
Yet all I want; to hold you near.

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Lost

On lofty peaks horizons wide,
Challenges in silence sound
Looming thoughts through mists of time
Memorial leviathans stand round.

Thick fog envelopes thought and sight
Above the water still below,
In seeking stumble feared of plight
A weary chest heaves crumbling soul.

The journey ends yet now I’m shown,
All ways obscured in coming storm,
Where feet should find a path to home,
The compass spins, not polar drawn.

Unwilling thus to let it end
I step on, forward, then again.

Apology

Ok…so it has been a long time since I have posted here, for a great many reasons. I didn’t entirely stop writing but I haven’t been writing as much, or following anyone, for which I apologise. Times change. Perhaps it is time for me to write again…

Live in hell…

By standing stone
Deeply inscribed
I place my hand
Upon its side
Feeling something,
Somehow died
Not corporeal
But deep inside.

Emptiness gnawing.

The monster which
Haunted my night
Crept out from depths
Of dark delight
Below the bed
In shadow hides
Today he follows
Close by my side.

Wind blows cold against my skin.

Why did I come
Here where I dread
I force myself
To read the dead
To whip myself
And feel the pain
To live each moment
Once again.

The monster whispers.

“You are nothing,
Never were.”
I face the truth
In what is heard.
For I am nothing
If I dwell
On what is past
And live in hell.