The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
I Wish I Could See You One Last Time.
I hear you calling, "I love you, mummy," As I sit here drinking my Coffee, It is always those echos of your voice, That makes me miss you more.
fangs and claws.
I look you in the eye Write your name With my shaky Scarred hands In a desperate attempt To fit the key in the lock To fling the cage door open
"Kiss Under the Moon"
Under the cover of the night, where the stars dance, And the moon, in its splendor, advances to the lovers. Two souls meet, in silence, in balance,
Where is four Oh, it is locked in a drawer Waiting to be opened For who it’s intended for How long will it stay there
Ground to Dust
Licking at the facade Worshiping a nameless god Only to realize All efforts will be forgot Break your back all you want
A long-time neighbor sits by the window In profile, her face looks so old now She has misplaced her memory somewhere on a shelf
The Train of Missed Chances
The iron behemoth roars, steel muscles straining, Carrying dreams and desires, destinations untaining. Amongst the faces pressed against the pane, I stand,
The Library of Forgotten Faces
Towers of leather, spines whispering untold tales, Ink-stained histories, where memory prevails. I wander these aisles, a scholar of the human face,
Life turned upside down
You left me... But I don't care anymore I deserve better, more You just slammed the door In front of me I feel worthless and alone.
Silent faces stare at a mumbled drunk’s despair He stumbles, and falls, hurt, weeping now, in hoarse, shuttering sobs - why should they care
A child's cry
In shadows cast by power's play, homes lost in the game, Families shattered, hearts aflame, whispers bear their name. A war of tactics, cold and cruel, claims lives without remorse,
The Variable of the Universe
A million dreams before my eyes can keep me up at night. Dread creeps up my spine eternity feels not like enough time.