Untitled Word of the Day Poem #22

Sitting in quiet contemplation

Head hung low

Silence

Rebounding

Echoing in his mind

Fleeing

Terror filled nights

Addiction hazed days

Looking

Searching

Yearning

For the one thing

To

Soothe

Silence

Still

Demons dancing

Gorging

Sated upon his fears.

Seldomly accepting

Realizing

Mistakes made

Can have a deadly effect.

Grasping for a lifeline

Afraid

Desperate

Needing

The hand that she holds.

Pulled close

Head upon her breast

Listen

Count

Heartbeats

To settle fears.

Love given

Taken

Abused

Shelter had been found

Sanctuary

Afraid

Divided

Splintered

Shards cutting

Faces seen

Many masks held

She could have been his saviour

He was her black-hearted lover

These two

Founded in the same tale

Facing the same demons

One will escape

One will fall

Free fall

Into the cesspool

Unable to break free.

Tears upon cheeks

Warm disregard

Time has passed

Forgiveness given

Forgotten

Never to be.

 

Feb. 21/19

Photo by Nik Shuliahin on Unsplash