Shadows of pain
Ripping at our souls
Shadows hiding
afraid to be seen
Shadows darker than
a moonless night
Shadows only seen
in the mirror of life
Shadows owned
by the wearer
Thanks to another I have this new post.
January 20, 2018
January 11, 2018
Face:
When faces smile
I see shadows
I see shadows
hiding in
cracks
of darkness,
deep
within their
souls
Yet I know
Yet I know
I have seen
that face
before
in my mirror
looking at
me
January 8, 2018
Ashes and dreams
Ashes and dreams are they not the same?
Are they not what once was or might have been?
Before we lived as if tomorrow were here
Bringing false hopes to a life of things never to be
Can we not look back and see old dreams crumbling?
Cursing the pain of reality that fired our souls
Doubtful we'll know the truth for we have yet to see it
Doing only what our dreams of ashes sought
Easy losing the hope we have held so close
Eluding our own reality, trying to make it come true
Finding no hope, power or dreams -- just ashes
Forged by the sins of unrighteous self pity
Guided along by some misbelief of needs
Gone are all things that made us who we were
Having nothing left, we turn back within
Hiding from all of those that would try to help
Intending to get a grasp on what we know
Instead, we tried for things unreachable
Just to fill the void left by dreams long gone.
Juggling the white ashes of our lost youth
Keeping none away from the winds of time
Kidding no one of this ongoing internal battle
Lodged deep in our blackened, burned-out soul
Laying blame upon all we find within reach
Making their lives feel the sting of our pain
Mulling them over and over in disbelief
Never trying to break this chain of false dreams
Nor stop the fire that burned our dreams to ashes
Only trying to hold things we know will never be
Or give up and slide deeper into that darkness
Perhaps someday we’ll live without our dreams
Probably we’ll just die never knowing or understanding
Questioning ourselves if we have taken the right path
Quietly treading on blindly to places not yet known
Rarely understanding what we’re even looking for
Running away from that long sought after truth
Surely we are not so lost within our own self pity
Such inner voices will never reach our ears
Telling us to pull out of this abyss we have entered
Taking us deeper, deeper into our mindless realm
Using old dreams of used ashes to control us
Until we’re totally lost in this world of fantasy
Void of thought and sound, we walk deeper
Violating everything we hold to our hearts dear
Wondering not only how this happened but
Why we did not see it coming and step aside
X-ing ourselves off the list of a life of happiness
X-raying each cell thinking it’s a cancer within us
Yes, we go on and on asking why we are like this
Yet until the end is near, we will not know as we
Zealously search for what is never found until the
Zero hour, then and only then, are we handed
An ending to this life of madness
Ashes and dreams are they not the same?
January 1, 2018
Dear Muse:
Without
my shovel
I could
not dig
Still I
longed for the ditch
To feel
it around me
To be one
with it
But
without my shovel
It's
nothing but a hole
Without
my pen
I could
not write
Without
my mind
I could
not dream
Without
my dreams
I could
not feel what
I write
upon this page
Please hear
these words
I've
uttered from deep
Within my
very soul
For
you’ve brought me
From the
beginning
To this
ending, yes
You're
my shovel
Untruths:
Not
all see their own soul within
Nor
knows how to question why
They
live in the darkness of their minds
Held
there by the multitude
The
blind Self-righteous conformist
Bent
on keeping the untruths alive
We’re
afraid to venture off the path that
Was
built by self-centered hypocrite
Binding
us to our fear of non-conforming
Blinding
us from the truth within
Until
we become the conforming
Hypocrites
and bearers of the untruths
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