A fools game to think
These emotions would vanish
As quickly as the moon did.
Too little time
Too much on the line.
The last one will never be for fate has made it known
With his gavel the words were told.
But the first one had fallen through
When lost words were never said.
One day the second could be freed
But the question will never be answered.
In the end, it was she
who was needed instead.
Her trauma wrote what her future
Poems written out of desperation
For someone to save her.
Atlas, no one heard her cries
In the darkness or at sunrise.
Fearing the wind would whisper
Her secrets to a stranger
Maybe then she would find a savior.
Years grew over her soul
Like a house full of bones.
Her inner sadness trapped inside
To never once show its eyeless mask.
Old enough to understand
What she suffered was more common
Than having a friend.
Long ago, she was i
And I was she.
Now I have come to sense
They all failed me.
If I simply murdered my secrets
You’d be taking steps into the gates of hell
Since behind the many masks I wear
Is a darkness that will never tell.
An abyss formed long ago
When his hands and weight captured
My fragile innocence.
After years of bottling the loath
It is time to let it all go.
So young to believe
Her own family would conceive
Such a monster who only knew deceit.
Finally, a part of me has laid to rest
And forgiveness was the final test.
“Why so defensive?” He whispered, his damaged heart could be seen through his eyes. A genuine question.
-a moment of silence between the two-
“Everything comes with a price” she sternly states, the fire of her scars burned every syllable in her words.
Without another word spoken, he knew what to do. As he walked towards this woman he’s never seen been, a flicker of invitation in her body language encouraged his strides. In his heart he knew this was but another shade of the beautiful goddess he loves.
The coldness of her demeanor discolored with what one could say, love.
“We are entangled in each other’s soul, I cannot keep the doors closed to my Valhalla” , she whispered in a hushed voice.
This beautiful man who only knew empathy, love and comfort ; he took her in his arms and gave her what she desperately needed, assurance and love.
The night grew and so did her heart as she began to let this beautiful soul into her heart, only closer to a heaven they could share.
****words cannot explain, therefore, a story must be written to explain ones emotions.. ***
Para ti, mi querido.
Despair and sorrow grasp my neck
As I suffocate under the veil of an selfless act
When will the day arrive where I never once
Have to doubt.
Frustration and self hatred fuel the rage
Of my own mistakes.
The indention of my scars are digging deeper
Reminding me of an age of disappointments
Oh, the never ending broken promises.
Cold and abandonment
Have paved the way of my ever growing book of life.
In the altar of my roots
Lies a abandoned side of me
Sacrifices were in demand
When all was known was to
Please others instead.
Life has never been carefree
Due to the responsibilities
Born to me.
In the center
Lies the lightless soul
Piece by piece.
My past is my problem
Comparing those who damaged me the most
To all others who have tried to give me hope
It is I who is the culprit
To my own darkness.
By my hands, I suffer in agony
To always assume I will never be enough.
The seams of my being
Prove to be a challenge
It is I who is the executor
To my own dreams.
By my hands, I damn myself
To always assume I will be nothing but someone you knew.
There are things I wish I can say
To prove I am not always this way.
I must find peace
Or I will never be who I was meant to be..
There she was lying on the floor
Where you left her
After you threw her against the wall
Broken and shattered
Her mind all scattered
The torture you soon beseeched upon her
Remained as scars on her heart
Who will love such a soul
Or see her eyes in such a way
For all those before he have always strayed
Leaving her nothing
But pain in every grain
It’s been a decade, dear friend.
With you, I can unfold my truths and my secrets.
To a time of routine
To a day of nothing but dreams.
I spare my guilt and my consciousness
I know you’ll never judge
The thoughts that run through my head.
The fears, the doubts, the future I see and the past I forgive.
With you, I can unwind with riddles of my life.
Only you, I trust without a doubt.
Everyday I feel a certain way
A feeling that I can’t escape
No matter where I go
It follows me
The past and the memories
Of all my mistakes
Made me who I was
No matter how damned
I am today
However, the tears and scars
Preserve the pain I once felt
At a certain age
The images play over and over
In my mind
Of some terrible crime
I know I must possess
The strength to carry on
To live free of those threats
Someday I will be free of my own secrets…