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Achilles Hole

You did not care if you caused me pain,
When you slowly cracked my mind's windowpane.
I saw you then
Your faults in my mind.
Jagged and unfeeling
Though I'm no longer blind.
I see your paranoia ,
Need for other's pain.
I helped you free your feelings
Now you lock them away in a cage.

Everything is my fault
I'm always in the wrong.
Even when I do your bidding
It's never recognised long.
You used to ask what you could do
To help me free from pain.
Now you tell me what to do
To help you further gain.
You used to think what was best for me,
What I'd appreciate and enjoy.
Now you give me harsh words
If I am not your toy.

You used to think of others you cared for,
Did wonders to give them joy.
Now you abuse me for not thinking of you,
Letting ideas of others cloy.
Where have kindness, compassion and love gone from the depths of your soul?
You now remain hollow, disliked and unloved because of your Achilles Hole.
Blood Stained Window

Cold unbroken empitness
A void vivid in mind.
Stillness fills, instills in those
Treading sanity's line.

Monotony of a sketal branch
Beating at my blood stained window.

Alone and silent, imagination
Tears apart my world of grey.
Trees form from my nightmares and shadows
Tormenting my loneliness night and day.
Ever on lie the spectres
Stalking my dreams and confronting my fears.
Voices i hear, singular and strange
Confined by the glass
In my blood stained window.
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Shores of Avalon

Sadness lying never spoken,
Stillness remains a valued token.
Slowly up drifts her funeral pyre
           To the shores of Avalon.

Her face a pale ashen grey,
Lighter than wool upon which she lay.
Dead, merely a single day
            Upon the shores of Avalon.

Two coins upon her delicate eyes,
To cross the river, now it lies.
For the boatman to the recently died
               Reaching the shores of Avalon.

Her body cold as winter snow,
Fine hair no longer now to grow.
Demise causing naught but woe
                Far from the shores of Avalon.

A crystal crown upon her head
A beautiful princess now lies dead.
With immortal grace it once was said
                Arrives at the shores of Avalon.

Behind her head upon the shores
Lie rows of graves, the open doors.
To places breaking Death's ancient laws
                 The twisted shores of Avalon.

Not a word there was uttered,
Nor a syllable gently muttered.
As around spectres congregated
                On the forsaken shores of Avalon.

Sadness still remained unbroken
Until the wind, again was woken.
Carried with it secrets spoken
               On the lonely shores of Avalon.

Whispers carried by the wind,
Spoken from a mind had sinned.
No figures present saw its win
              Over spectres on the Shores of Avalon.

Her body holy, sacred and blessed
Carried away by women in hooded cloaks dressed.
All by the Holy Spirit possessed
                  At her resting place of Avalon.

Her tomb lined with candles bright
God's will the pyre failed to ignite.
Surrounded always by God's light.
                   At the sacred shores of Avalon.

Sadness still never spoken
Stillness ever a valued token.
From Death's slumber never woken
                     On the lost shores of Avalon
Revenge
I had tears streaming down my cheeks,
A fountain we couldn't stop flowing.
I had raspberry gashes along my arms,
Trying to stop my life from going.

This was never my world
You took my only light away
I forced you to watch my desecration,
The single way you could pay.

Unprovoked and sadistic,
Through my heart you drove a steak.
Killing me and destroying my soul
Leaving feelings as deep as a lake.

As I watched you laugh
Everyone around saw my hollow eyes.
As I watched you stumble
Everyone believed my hollow lies.

You saw your life unravel,
Your friends quickly depart.
People being driven from you
Alone, as I, at the start.

You had no one left to run to
Run Boy Blue run!
And you did......Until you saw me.

I was the reason for your disguise
I was the reason you ran to hide
I am the reason you stumble and fall
I am the reason no one heeds your call.
I'll still be the reason no one trusts your truths,
I'll always be the reason you'll never be moved.

As I laughed I saw your hollow eyes
But saw no weakness
Heard no hollow lies.
I saw myself, consumed by hate.
What I'd become, I saw too late.