Lurching darkness surrounding
A creeping of the night Excruciating pain again The ache a blinding light A tortured soul continues Down this corridor of trolls All hope will soon be shred again With the burn of ancient scrolls The laughter plays in fog once more A haunting of the mind The hollowness of fraud you see As she walks a risky line A brutalizing world has spun The knots of joyless doubt A smile forced upon her lips Raging within, a silent shout. This world bereft of angels’ grace Devoid of compassion The needs of few outweigh the great An instant fatal attraction A selfish world has been left numb Manifest a reaper’s win Decomposing intellect Each body now a coffin.
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Strangers rushing by
Don't even question why Think their compass now has died So here I sit alone and sigh Here I pray Hear my cry I'm lost amongst the din so loud Alone though standing in a crowd Feigned neutrality screamed aloud All bereft, and yet not one head bowed Seeds now sowed Wait until settling of the dust cloud So try to find the ways I'm blessed Hope to find the peace to rest Try again after each failed test But ever try, a soul possessed My fear oppressed Mission confessed Why must some always play a part? Can’t just follow their own heart Refuse to see the brilliant stars For just what they really are Faith reservoir New repertoire This moment will never pass again The greatest test of foe or friend The choice of who we are a trend Gratitude; to keep or send When refusal now to bend Is just a means to an end So can you see my blood and tears? That I have spilt over these years Every time that I switch gears Avoiding laughter and the sneers Facing fears Falls on deaf ears My reflection now is not the same As I play such a different game A once pure reignited flame Now a bruised and battered name Broken hearts still bleed the same Evil not always sharing blame A suspension now of disbelief Aided by the rushed relief Of hope replacing every grief Anxiety a bully; thief With memory a crumpling leaf Insanity a great motif. It’s okay not to be okay… For right now. |
Julie WestphalAuthor, Poet, Dreamer Archives
February 2024
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