There's so much more to us,
than blood, flesh and bones.
There are hidden alleys,
there are very dark zones.
there's a heart that beats pain,
pumping agony through our veins.
then there's a mind perched on top,
churning thoughts and feelings non-stop.
be it blue, black or hazel eyes,
they are hiding the deepest lies,
lips maybe full or very thin,
but they hide dark secrets within.
hands clenched into tight fists,
unseen gashes adorning our wrists,
wells of tears set beneath our lashes,
our rusty soul each droplet washes.
ears yearning to hear some tune,
but alas, there's nothing but gloom.
our head dies to lean on someone's shoulder,
nights turn longer and winters even colder.
each glance around is just futile,
all is lost that was once worthwhile.
when barren trees blankly stare back,
i'm reminded of all that i really lack.
my eyes, my mind, my heart,
everything just breaks apart,
my soul, my cries, my tears,
at me everything seems to jeer.
when autumn leaves fall to the ground,
something in my chest abnormally pounds.
the skies want to rain on me,
but they don't know how it's to be so lonely.
when i set my eyes to the sun,
the rays shoot back at them like a gun,
blinding me through and through,
as if i'm the ill-fated one.
when the deepest fears lift their heads,
by underlying passions they are fed.
the darkest secrets come alive,
they burn, they rot, they deprive.
when i sit down under a shady tree,
to ponder about my forlorn life,
i'm left to fight a never-ending fight,
it's me against life together in strife.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
In Hiding.
Posted by Sidra Ch. at 3:13 AM 0 comments
Labels: Human nature, Life, Loneliness, Poetry, Truth
Thursday, December 25, 2008
It Rained Pain Today.
It rained pain on me today,
It soaked me wet,
It made me want to drown,
It filled me with regret.
It rained flames on me today,
It burnt me dry,
It made me want to burn,
It just made me want to die.
It rained blood on me today,
It colored me a total crimson,
It made me want to run away,
It weighed upon me more than a ton.
When the rains all ceased,
I stopped to gather my pieces,
One here, another there,
Nothing looked at ease.
There was a torrent of sorrow,
then a lightening of grief,
Right now I'd do anything,
to cut my life really brief.
Every step of mine,
was too stalled,
I felt so worthless,
so useless, so small.
The sun burnt my eyes,
The rains soaked my soul,
I was all alone,
There was nobody to call.
In the midst of the storm,
I stood like a burnt match,
looking at the ruthless sky,
for a single star to catch.
It was too dark,
I couldn't see a thing,
There were thorns,
and flowers that'd sting.
Rocks tore my flesh,
Pebbles pelted my eyes,
Thorns poked my soul,
I was now deaf to my own cries.
So it rained pain today,
and it purged me inside-out,
and now I'm left to melt,
in the fire of doubt.
Posted by Sidra Ch. at 10:04 PM 0 comments