when I close my eyes...
everything is fine
all the hurts and pains of life
disappear
and I believe in myself again.
I can fly
I can reach
I can write
I can teach
I can love
I can live
I can conquer
I can give.
I don't understand yesterday
and the parts of this life
that leave you feeling broken
that leave you wishing you
hadn't woken up
so soon...
Silence is a sweet
brush of revival
toning and honing
even the roughest edges
of brokeness
and bringing us back
to that place where
we once were.
quietly....reverently...
seems like I'm empty
looking for words
that just aren't there
anymore...blank canvas,
not sure what I'm feeling.
lost
pain
hurt
insane.
alone
tired
weak
wired.
touch slowly fades
to a darker silence
than brought me here.
mausoleum of hearts
lost to whispers...
lost in the silence
of dreams meant
for shadows.
shying from liturgy
for a deeper reflection
in the creviced part of soul
seldom seen.
when I close my eyes.
Steve
Why wasn't I aware before of these fantastic poems that you write? Shows me another wonderful side of you, and just makes me wuv ya more.
*Hugs* Talk to you soon.
Dakka
Hi Steve
A poem of introspection and reflection and yes, that is why we write poems. A poem is a diary, it's very personal, it's introspection and reflection - and it's therapy...writing the hurt out of you and giving voice to your dreams and pleasures. A poem of deep thought..with eyes wide open or closed you can fly..!! Well-written!
Regards
Nicolette