POEMS 4
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Unwitting Player Sweet depression it’s own composer croons it’s melodies and lulls you to sleep once in slumber the facade wears away and her true colors are exposed she’s a chameleon of many hues seducing your mind to wander in her infinite playground she’s crafty and in control always changing the rules to the game shrewdly selecting her victims ensnaring them at their weakest vulnerable naked and exposed seeking refuge from the judgmental world waiting patently for them to get tangled into her emotional web she moves with fluid grace attempting a deceptive rescue eternally grateful you befriend her believing she will guide to you safety unaware she’s a betrayer of trust Shackles of Shame Guilt erupts from my quintessential core flows through my veins and exudes from my pores woven tightly into the fabric of my existence it provides the nutrients to sustain my soul I cannot survive without it the seed of self-respect is buried deeply harvesting bountiful vines of oppression I am hopelessly tangled the roots are firmly planted but must be unearthed in order to life a life free from bondage The Resurrection Of Wrath Fiery anger unbeknownst to me smolders in every fiber of my being an entity of its own it has decided to rear its ugly head resurrecting from a grave deep within my soul the impetus of its passion is the after shock of surviving childhood sexual abuse this impulsive beast, once dormant is unleashed and cannot be harnessed I am merely a vessel for this estranged emotion. The Allure of the Present An awareness of my surroundings penetrates my being and arouses my senses the debut of the crimson sunrise enraptures me and I become a voyeur to the day moved by the seascape I I surrender to the experience I lay down on the sand arms outstretched above my had and let the warm breeze caress my skin the oceans salty spray parches my throat but the return of each wave quenches my thirst for consciousness the sounds from the ocean produce a sultry melody that resonates across the beach and carries me to the heights never achieved before Contentment grounds me and an imprint of this affair stays in my thought forever
Afraid of the Dark A room in darkness always seemed to hover wanting to swallow whole the little girl shaking under her sheets And even though it’s been thirty years since my father creeping into the darkness of my room broke open my heart I sometimes still lay in darkened rooms expecting the inevitable to jolt me out of tranquil sleep into his homespun nightmare
Aftermath Afraid to speak--afraid to try You feel like you just want to die. Afraid of death--afraid of life More afraid of a man than a knife. Afraid of tests--afraid to see Just what the results could really be. Afraid to love--afraid to be square With people who have always been there. Afraid of hurt--afraid to hear Their reaction to the pain you bear. Afraid to trust--afraid to share The agony inside you there. Let it out before it all blows up; Let it out--it'll eat you up. Let it out so you can give again. Let it out so you can live again. Life goes on--a step at a time Although it's hard to go on sometimes. But you have to learn to trust again; Otherwise, you let the bastard win.
