The lonely road

Imprints in the ashes, barefoot I walk this road, cut deep in my shoulders, as it try to bear this load, prayed for a cool breeze, then what I got was snow, asked for warmer days, and found desert sand below,

This road is unforgiving, it will make you not forget, every blister a cruel memory, every cut a deep regret, the more you try to fight it, with more resistance you’re met,

With every lonely step I take, more blood runs down my back, lashes from the ones I love, they won’t cut me some slack, I stop, I pause, I turn around, this road is just too rough, I drop this weight off from my back, I feel I’ve had enough…

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Intrusive thoughts…

Thoughts of death lately seem to fill my mind, clock watching for gate keepers occupies my time, dark thoughts so suffocating, swallowing the shine, sadness behind the biggest smiles, standard answer, I’m fine,

It’s my choice to suffer in silence, all who care have tried their best, carry the world upon my shoulders, yet can’t seem to lift this weight upon my chest, well put together on the surface, yet beneath I am a mess, the long sleep grows more appealing, if I may, I must confess,

Do more, say less, pats on the back, they’re so impressed, always giving and giving has left me stressed, all these expectations of my best have left me without rest, as I spiral through a hornets nest of intrusive thoughts I can’t digest, but I’m needed so I must digress, your love is the only reason all hope hasn’t died yet…

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Another Sunday Morning

Just another Sunday morning, reflecting on my regrets, where did I go wrong? My bedroom inside my head, is this how I’ve made my bed?

Should I blame others instead? Now carefully I tread, emotions hold but by a thread, yet the feeling that I get when I reflect is one of dread, fight or flight, which one is right? For when I fought I should have fled, maybe I would not have bled, for when I tried to lift my fists they felt heavy as though made of lead,

So where now do I turn? What bridges do I burn? How do I discern what to forget and what to learn? My emotions left to churn, I linger yet I yearn, this contradiction an affliction, are these the feelings that I earn? I’m on my knees, I beg and plead for all this to adjourn.

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Solace in Solitude

Should you seek me, you would find me all alone inside my cave, to my thoughts there, I am enslaved, but where the solitude is my comfort, I have stayed,

Far away from the eyes of judgement, except that of my own accord, a dark place inside my mind, filled with pain that I have stored,

I grow quieter and quieter, I have left this world behind, I am willingly in a prison, a prison crafted in my mind,

A dark place, a cold place, where all trauma seems to echo, old wounds are hard to let go, but in my head I’ve made my bed though and I’ll have bled until I’m dead but still I can’t let them know…

The Search…

I have spent countless nights beneath the stars, surrounded by woods and the company of wildlings, lifetimes in icy tundras, a chilling loneliness the frost brings

Scorching days of desert heat, blistering signs of near defeat, the crashing waves of ocean storms, homeless nights out on the street

I have set foot on paths uncovered, where no man has stepped before, layed my head on beds of flowers, where no heads have layed for sure

I have seen wonders of the modern world and Marvels of the past, but a beauty such as my lost love, has yet to be surpassed…

Ponderer on the Shoreline

You sustain life just as easily as you take it away, wild in the Winter, a blessing on a Summers day, gentle ocean breeze upon my skin do spray, sweet siren songs upon your shores all day

We spend hours pondering as you hypnotise us with your rhythmic movements, without words you answer all the questions of this life’s confusion

Untamable, can’t be conquered, blue guardian of so many mysteries, gatekeeper since the dawn of history, your salty depths hold tales of joy and misery, how I long to dive in thee, salted life giving entity