Saturday, 3 November 2012

Storm

Is it this,
Is it that,
What is it
That I lack?
Why can't I move on,
Why won't I step on,
What's stopping me,
Why am I so scared?
What do I have to lose,
What is left to risk?
Pawned my life in anger,
All that's left are bits.

Am I to pick it up again
And face this tide alone,
I wish I could see some way
To get out of this storm...

Ignorance

Tears.
They fall on the black char
As I watch the flame.
It dies.
Alone now in darkness
Where I pray for hope.
Hope for escape.
Something that never comes.
Everyone says they're okay
But,
It's just a beautiful lie
They want to believe.
Just like -
Life's a beautiful lie
Love, the glorious illusion.
The painful truth
Of death, we ignore.
That we die alone, ignore.
Tell me,
If so, why I ask,
Why I cry,
Why I suffer -
For an understanding that doesn't come?
For assumptions to stop,
For accusations to end,
For tears unshed to finally fall
Where they're never seen
But felt.
By them all.