Sat on the top deck of the bus, like a big girl. Only because there was no room downstairs. Despite the view I hate it up here. The embarrassing stumble up the stairs as the bus lurches forward from the stop. The feeling of eyes judging your every move. Then the wait begins…the wait until you have to alight. You know it won’t be pretty! Slipping and tripping down the steps, facing certain death if you fall. Wish me luck 😉
There’s a hunger deep within calling me,
a voice I can’t quite hear.
My desire for something that isn’t free
is binding me to my need.
There’s a need I have that can’t be satiated,
it calls to you I know.
It tricks me because it needs to be fed,
it tells you I want you.
There’s a want in me that cannot be seen,
a lust that can’t be tamed.
It doesn’t care for truth or what has or hasn’t been.
its just starving for flesh.
Poem twenty six http://napowrimo.com
10:02 all over the world,
It’s summertime and
the cult is breeding.
A solitary music box opens,
a circle game begins.
Let me be your lady for today
in the chemical world.
I’m drowning in a tunnel…
The bombs have fallen.
Poem Twenty five
The slow,predatory creeping of the black dog goes unnoticed,
everyone ignores his prowling and is deaf to his howling,
everyone except me.
The pad of his paws, the scrape of his long nails, his panting,
he’s gaining on me now, and all the while,
the world is sound asleep.
Poem twenty four http://napowrimo.com
Vacant, disconnected, removed.
Grief washes over you in waves
And I can but watch.
You are floating further away from me,
Barely enough strength to keep yourself going.
I reach out to catch you but
You cannot open your eyes long enough to see me.
I throw you a life raft but I miss.
I knew I would.
You’re drowning now and no one can save you.
My hope is just keeping you afloat.
Poem twenty three http://napowrimo.com
Constrained and bound,
Held at ransom.
Every decision governed,
Free will removed,
It’s ‘for the best’
‘The only way’
‘My best chance’
Rejecting the truth.
And in time I breathe,
The air is clear,
The chains unwind.
Poem twenty-two http://napowrimo.com
A son is carved from fathers love and
Moulded by his hate and indifference,
A mother watches patiently and aches.
Her arms grow weak from holding them up
and her back sore from their burden.
She weeps tears for a future that
though unwritten is set in stone.
What is just in grasp seems so far away,
what can’t be seen seems so near yet
I cannot reach it.
The never-ending torment of frustration is eased
by each shuffling step,
Each worn out sign is rewarded by
a nearing, a getting closer, an almost there
‘This counter is now closed, Thankyou’
Poem twenty http://napowrimo.com
I forgot to write a poem yesterday,
Been reprimanding myself this eve,
I promised not to forget come what may,
To write the words that I really believe,
In order to say what I mean.