The Written Word

One of my first resolutions for this New Year was to write a poem every day, so I am. *Warning* Some poems have disturbing content not recommended for younger readers.

A beach ball floating alone on the sea
A perfectly sculptured, round crystal on a navy display cloth
A pale, pupil-less eyes in a dark face

A glowing spaceship in orbit
An orb of light in nothingness
A print of white chalk submerged in paint

The moon

Cage of isolation
Base of shame
Bars of fear
Joints of loneliness

Trapped in my own mind
The walls will not wear away
They are strongest from the inside

Any weakness I create
Only strengthens again
Externally is the only way

Please
Won’t somebody free my soul?

The ocean is pressing all around me
Crushing my heart my lungs, my voice
I cannot breathe in, cannot move

Little air I have left
It trickles out steadily no matter how hard I try to hold on
In a minute I will be dead

Dark, indistinct shapes surround me
They hover, unable to see me drowning
Please, someone notice the bubbles …

I want to hold you in my arms
I want to feel your lips on mine
I want to love you so much it hurts
Why am I so numb?

A web weaves throughout my life, linking every detail
One strand is wound round the metal ring
When life tugs on my string, the trigger is pulled
Sometimes I think I’m immortal
Many holes in my head, and I’m still going
But it won’t last forever
There’s only so much I can take
One more hole in my head …

I feel loneliness
I feel abandoned
I feel lost
I feel cold
I feel neglected
I feel hatred
I feel tired
I feel angry
I feel depressed
I feel claustrophobic
I feel unloved

But what I can’t feel
Is pain