The wind, to me,

Is a sorrowful song;

One of longing

And regret.

It bears a tearful message

I once vowed to never forget;

For the promises made,  

Then laid to waste on some far-off bloodied field,

For people left behind, forgotten,

Left with anguished power yet to be revealed;

Those sunk to the bottom of a thrashing, scarred sea,

Unable to release the frightened pain they hold;

Invisible to the hardened hearts and eyes of others,

But oh-so-clear to me. 

Shining, glowing,

A steady teal tone;

Something feels off

But you're enraptured,

Drawn ever closer by an unseen force,

Tugged on by something left unexplained;

A Siren's song, if sights were music,

Pandora's box, if the world was that box, 

Something secret, begging for an answer--

But perhaps some things

Are best left forgotten--

Forevermore, that is.

For as much as we try to banish

Darkness away

Isn't it

what keep us sane?

For all the dirt we can't see 

Illuminated by light

Is gone in the dark

Like shadows at night

What is there to fear

When night herself is near?

Casting out a blinding light

And hiding us all from our greatest fright

The stars die to the sky tonight

Night sucks up any of the remaining light,

And suddenly I'm alone.

With no one left to hear my pleas

Gazing to a void pit filled with empty seas ,

There's nothing left but dark.

Where are those lively sparks now?

Where has the brilliant moon gone to?

Why does the sun cower away,

Covered in blankets of clouds 'till day? 

But then again,

I slip into the mist under a steetlight,

And feel so far away. 

Here I am

In an invisible place

Way up high

Too high for anyone else

To reach

But still I feel so low

Like sand

On a turbulent seabed

Wondering

Lost

If the wind has its worries 

Too 

Why are tears so hot and salty?

Why do tears happen at all?

What world would be if there were really no tears?

Would something worse happen instead? 

Sometimes 

I let dark wash over me,

And close my eyes

To block out all the light;

I don't need too see.

There's too much out there;

I don't care.

If only closing my eyes made my location unclear

Instead, the world is covered in black:

An empty void,

Surrounded by all it so fears,

I never meant for it to go this way. 

So keep your eyes closed,

You'll be fine.

No need to run,

This time. 

Where is there left to go?

I've run as far as I can

But the world still asks for more

And there's nowhere safe left out here.

Not anymore.

Things fall off

And I notice I notice I'm disappearing

Flaking away

Like snow off clouds on sunny days

My fingers

Translucent, fading with every second

Like colour

In water, dissolving, --quick-- away 

Chipping off

Gone too soon, but perhaps that's okay

Come,

Broken as you are;

Come, 

To you who are in need;

Come,

To all those in pain;

To

Night and her dark sea.

Let

Her sooth your blinded eyes

Take

Away your partial sight

Make

You just as good as anyone else

Because

You're all the same without light

Right? 

Where do butterflies go

When it rains?

Do they sleep under flowers

Or go out to play?

Are they alright, just waiting,

Or flown far away?

Are they still alive, or have they

Unfortunately perished?

Alas, pages are so much kinder. 

There a butterfly

Can live happily forever.

One Word

I posted

One poem, 

One that I was

Filled with joy

For making,

And one person,

One single person,

Scared me

With it.

“Oof”

They said

“Oof”

What does it mean?

Did they not like it?

What?

I have these questions,

But no answers.

I will never feel the same

About my

Poetry

Ever again