Poems

It was a nice invitation,
But I was unable to accept,
For no matter how easy it is to accept
It is far easier to deny.

For the pain,
The loss,
I still dwell in it
The loneliness
Though it is gone,
Only in my heart it remains.

I cannot fly anymore.
For I am down,
Down in this depressing well.
Alone,
Except for my memories
Memories that bind me to this hole,
In which I cannot escape.

I have my memories,
In my memories I soar.
I cannot do anything wrong,
For I am myself.
I am my memories.

My memories define who I am,
They tell me what I can do,
And what I cannot.
I am haunted by my memories,
Memories that tell me who I am,
Memories that can change my life.
Memories that rip my heart with pain.
Memories that color my heart with love.
Memories that can make my worst fears come true.
Memories that strive my heart to for fill my dreams.

The clock goes tick,
The clock goes tock,
My life goes tip,
My life goes drop.

Once is not enough.
To be with you just once
It hurts me to see you leave,
Even though I am not awake,
You leave a void in your wake
A coldness as you leave me here
A coldness in my heart,
A coldness beside me,
I feel only loneliness in the void of which you leave.

What goes on in their minds?
Do they see?
Do they feel?
What goes on in their minds?
That they see me as an object,
As something they can use.
What goes on in there minds
That they think of me this way?

Are they blind
That they cannot see the pain
The hurt
The suffering that I am in?
Are they blind?