Sunday, 27 September 2020

"Not Just A Moment"

 


Lost in the broken pieces...

Trying to find the light on the other side of darkness...

Words fail to reach out

Holding onto the moments passed

A sense of loneliness weighs upon the soul

Feet drag upon the floor

Direction unknown...

A voice simply screams to keep moving

If you are to make this your last stand...

Then take everything that you have into your hands

Make a fist...

And fight with every last breath

Giving birth within death

To a new hope

And a chance taken...

Because every minute is not just a moment

It's 60 seconds of endless possibilities.


© 2020

Sunday, 20 September 2020

"Zero Hour Past"

 

10...

Lost amongst the world...

A single soul wanders...

One along with the many unknown

Kept silent by fear

Tears are hidden within the lines, “I'm okay...”

The mind slips...

Forgetting to allow the sunlight in

Confusion should not be a life sentence

The senses fight

Until they numb...

9...

Cast out from that tender embrace

Hope falls like dew upon the grass

Barely clinging on

It's strange how quickly emotions turn

Where does the responsibility of understanding lie?

The torment of illusion

To be hurt and broken

Old scars bleed

Faith breaks...

8...

Band from the safety of home

The bright stars above seem to be the only thing to pierce through the pitch-black darkness

As words fail..

Abandonment calls

A false sense of being embraces

All those things best left untouched

But the soul cannot help itself

To reach out...

7...

Blame is a hazed recall

To that exact point and time

When yesterday was suppose to be the better day

And tomorrow was a promise made

Until these moments...

Tears glisten upon the moonlight

Shadows of the sleeping world bear silent witness

6...

Hands reach...

This conclusion almost complete

Breath runs cold

As consequences wonder...

The early hours of the morning stare down the countdown

Maybe one day an understanding could have been reached

5...

All that once was known

Has shattered the being to the core...

Reality is not this

Even though every moment is now...

The final fight was the greatest battle never won...

4...

Soundless fear passes

Whispered pieces of prayer

All now fleeting

Conviction is complete

3..

Tears pour out

Fingers hold

Eyes close

2...

This irrevocable task cannot be undone...

While growing pools of red life ink stain the ground...

1..

Zero hour has come to pass...


© 2020

Sunday, 13 September 2020

"Mirrored Fragments"

 


There are those times...

In moments...

We all fight that war

Our thoughts against everything else

The heart holds out

Each beat keeps the feet marching forward

But the mind secretly knows...

And the senses just don't seem to want to let go...

How do we weigh out what is right?

And what is easy?

For the actions taken against us have become too much

Numbers have stopped counting

And  the cup runs over the brim

The scars upon the broken never even have a chance to heal

A thousand mirrored fragments

Cast shadows offensive to the eye

A smiling face covers the deceitful mouth

Weak lies fail to lead us back to the sunlight...

Apologies for behavior that never changes

Becomes those days with the inability to remember

That forgiveness is being pushed aside by something more...

The lack of conviction found

In all that use-to-be...

Now leaving...

The heart that no longer cares...


© 2020

Monday, 7 September 2020

"Fight For Tomorrow"

 

We fight...

And fight...

Till our hearts are black and blue

We will reach out our hands into the dark

Not knowing...

Waiting for another to hold onto us

We try...

Our very best...

With the greatest effort...

Even when all is out of our control

We give faith

Desperately holding onto hope

That the light will shine through

That each and everyone of us is worth the effort

Be patient...

And brave...

Allow courage to take root

Hold out...

To be better than what you have been given

And more than what has been stolen

May tears wash clean the past

As your feet grow into tomorrow

A little more you...

And little less afraid...

Because there is never nothing left...

There is always belief

In life...

Love...

And through the grace of humanity.


© 2020