Melancholic Thoughts

Among my musings there is a memory of what I once was.
A feeling of freedom,
of joy at everything I do,
a peace,
a sureness,
a wind beneath my wings.

And now everyday bears a thunder cloud,
my companions bear faces etched with worry,
and a tantalizing ray of light
breaks through in the
far distance,
barely visible.

The wind no longer beneath me,
but a barrier,
a wall of resistance…
My wings are broken.

Hand of Ice

A cold icy hand penetrates your skin
White as death
Bones as visible as the thick blue veins
Scrawling like spider-webs
beneath a translucent skin.

A slight, sickening, pulsating movement
in the stick-like wrist
indicates a sad and withering life,
not the hand of death
but the hand of misery.

It grasps your heart,
the hard, frozen bones caressing
the warm muscle,
chilling it,
Filling it with sorrow and despair.

The beating slows to a monotonous drone,
A lifeless tick
resounding alone
in a body once warm.

The Storm

Thunder rages
Wind blows
Rain lashes
Trees sway

Mind rages
Thoughts blow
Pain lashes
Heart sways

Secluded, protected
from the storm
churning life
beyond my window.

Vulnerable to the
storm in my mind.
Victim of the feelings
of a lonely heart.

So long ago, So sudden

A deep longing overcomes you,
a melancholic tune which
repeats itself in your head.

A desire so powerful,
infinite,
dark as a black well,
a black tunnel
with a pinprick of light.

That tiny star reflected
in your eyes;
an abyss of despair.

The star remains thus,
finer than the tip of a needle,
just enough to keep one strongly within it’s grasp,
trudging blindly in the dark,
stumbling forward,
in hope of embracing it.

Yet a point of light it shall ever be,
a symbol of continuous failure,
past,
present,
and forever more.

NUMB

My heart bleeds,
Split open,
Hard pulsations
inducing cataclysms
of fresh
dark red
life to spurt out.

Drowning,
drowning in red.
Feel numb,
Can’t feel,
Don’t want to feel
Pull out the last bits of that miserable heart.

Turn to stone,
I stand alone.

NEW HOPE

A phoneix song
New hope
From the ashes it shall arise
Sweet as honey
Filling every particle of your brain

It shimmers like a spectrum of pure gold
A light that fills your mind with all things pleasing
All that is good
The beautiful
The young

And the sweet sound of a music
so pure
it seems to rise from the very particles you breathe
and fill your heart with
a soaring sensation

and you sing too
with the phoenix song
your spirit rises up

new hope

The Story of a Broken Heart

When your heart Is full of one unimaginable hope
Which is then smashed at your feet,
Your heart is no more,
You feel you can’t cope.

At the end of therope
The shattered bits of your heart cry out in agony
As your heart-beat stills
In your last surrender

Gone, but still there

Just one night,
stars twinkling bright.
My heart turns over as you come towards me
a single red rose in your hand.

One blood-red petal falls
and floats on the gleaming river,
A tear in the night.

You walk away,
the thorns of the rose still imprinted in your hands
As with clouded eyes I watch that single petal
sink,
gone forever,
like your love.

The cold breeze lifts my hair,
The warm tears go cold and dry there in place
My head raised, defiant,
I walk in the opposite direction,
The moonlight illuminating that last trail
of a tear gone but which will remain forever.