Poem fifteen – http://napowrimo.com
A sickness sets in, takes hold,
You stand by and watch it unfold.
I know you’re worried because you care,
But I cannot stand your suffocating stare.
I tell everyone I’m doing fine,
It’s only this heart of mine.
But its pumping strong inside,
Only you and me know I lied.
As I shuffle along in pain,
You wonder aloud whats to gain,
By my going it all alone.
You urge me to give in and moan.
I can’t sit back and let it win,
I insist from here on I will begin,
To fight my way forward once more
So show me who I’m doing it for.
Poem fourteen- http://napowrimo.com
A hue of spring flushes the cheeks of the world today,
She breathes warm breezes over our grateful skin
And sings with a voice of insects humming and birdsong.
Even the dirt seems brighter and more welcoming somehow.
A sky of deep blue eyes watches us
as we creep our way outside.
Away from the dark, brooding winter and into the light.
Into the promise of tomorrow, the promise of a future filled with sunlight.
Poem thirteen – http://napiwrimo.com
The ground is closer than you think,
Coming up quickly to meet me
And introduce my fate.
Wind howling round me,
Telling me its woes.
I don’t pay much attention.
All I heed is the unavoidable ground.
Poem twelve- http://napowrimo.com
Voices whisper as I strain to hear,
But what do they say?
I am told my hearing will improve with age.
But surely it isn’t so?
Poem Eleven – http://napowrimo.com
‘Sorrys’ and sympathy,kindness and kinship,
He’s dead you know,let him rest in peace,
memories abound and grief is hard,
remember in a while it will at least cease.
The pain pours on though the sun is shining,
flowers are offered and sorrow is shared.
At funerals they flock to pay their respects,
so at least I suppose they all cared.
Why do they try and interfere with everything,
relatives,thinking it helps, it doesn’t you see?
Dispense with the charade, a card will suffice.
The one who is dead is him,it’s not me!
By Becky Bite
Poem Nine –
The answer unfolds,
Follow my leader,
An honest game,
but who are you?
And what is your name?
By: Becky Bite
Poem Eight –
Icy finger tips spiral and coil around my throat,
The air is chilled and brisk,
My spine shivers with electric anticipation,
tiny raindrops begin to patter atop my head.
The wind howls and screams in anguish,
like a teething baby without a mother,
My red nipped ears recoil from it
in pain and fear.
The storm is coming, it’s rising, it’s beginning,
My frozen hands flecked like old, cracked china
with the painted patterns of thread veins,
My cool breath dances like cigarette smoke.
Finally I hear it, the deep, sonorous rumble,
the loitering thunder booms into being.
My heartbeat begins to canter excitedly,
and I wait.
The lightening illuminates the darkened sky,
The shining bright crack cavorts childishly,
Elements coming out to play like mischievous imps
that we’re lucky to glimpse.
By Becky Bite
Poem seven – http://napowrimo.com
A horrible, tight, looming feeling.
The knowledge of my own mortality,
lurking in shadows behind me like a predator waiting to strike.
A heavy pressing on my heart, clinging on like talons sunk deep into ripe flesh.
My ribcage tightens, constricting my very soul.
My eyes bulge and strain in the darkness to glimpse a horizon,
just to spy a beam of sunlight cutting through.
The pungent smell of my own death and decay
repulses my own nostrils and makes me wretch.
By Becky Bite
Poem four – http://napowrimo.com
A painted sky gleaming with gold lies to me,
The cruel wind blasts my cheeks and threatens to tear tears from my eyes,
The brutal cold moves up through the bench, into my skin, my bones and to the very core of me,
Wild air caresses my legs and slips inside any crevass of clothing left unguarded,
Stray strands of hair tickle my nose and distract my streaming eyes,
The piercing frost creeps gently along behind me as I walk away,
reclaiming its land once more from the receding sun,
I head hurriedly along towards the distant lights that signal warmth and home.
Poem Three – http://www.napowrimo.net/
“Want to go out this weekend?”
Same old story, got to work my friend!
Saturday night but Boyfriends with another,
Ah well, I’ve inevitable lost my lover.
Young people everywhere playing hard & fast,
But I’m studying chapter one before last.
Socialisation chapter five page sixty nine
No that’s ‘Life Changes’ it says so third line.
Head in the books I fall into slumber,
Thinking of stress, now whats the page number?
Heads throbbing, close to a nervous breakdown.
Now what I need is a good night on the town.
“Cure for over work, whats in this glass”
Says my best friend bold as brass,
Out with the work and in with the fun,
It’s about balance when all’s said and done!