She’s almost invisible now, as if spun from finest gossamer,
Haunting, somehow trapped within these walls,
Like an apparition lost in her own cold distance,
I see a sadness in her eyes that I cannot repair,
And feel a burgeoning sense of dread, fed by her despair.
That Feeling
Sometimes I sit eyes closed and breathe, while I feel my hands shaking,
Some mornings I wake from nightmares, tear-soaked and heartbroken.
Other times, my mind wanders so far, that I worry it can’t find its way home.
Sometimes there’s confusion, chaos, and an overwhelming sensation of sound,
Other times it is deathly quiet, and I trudge through a bog of numbness, am I even alive?
Like an autumnal tree branch I yield, everyday shedding things once held dear, leaf after leaf,
I feel it all, in the sunshine and the cold dark early hours, I can be overcome with grief.
The Cry Left Unheard
I feel myself unfolding,
As if the life of which I’m holding,
Slowly slips away.
The demons that I’m fighting,
Pull their ropes forever tightening,
I’m drowning every day.
Into the depths of which I’m sinking,
Total darkness keeps me thinking,
That I’m better off this way.
I can’t pull myself back out,
From this hole from which I shout,
Those demons I cannot slay.
But nobody hears me calling,
From the depths hell to which I’m falling,
Deaf ears are my life’s dismay.
I don’t want to struggle anymore,
Under weight of others who left before,
I can’t go on this way.
So I say goodbye to you,
My descendants through and through,
I love you, is all is that I can say.
Dan Verkys 