Struggle Under The Weight…

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Surrounded by love…
As he sits in his chair…

Feels their warmth of affection…
Yet there’s a chill in the air…

One only he can feel…
A guilt laced iced dart…

Piercing through his defences…
And straight into his heart…

Keeping him grounded…
Reminding of dark times…

That the mask that he wears…
Still hides his old crimes…

And he knows the veneer…
Is so fragile, so very thin…

It could shatter anytime…
And his demons will win…

Leave him pleading for mercy…
So open and exposed…

And afraid of their judgement…
For sins committed in shadows…

His secret dark double life…
The snake tattooed on his back…

A permanent inked reminder…
Of a time etched in black…

Where his actions and deeds…
Sit like a crown of thorns…

Wrapping his heart in chains…
Tainted by the devil’s horns…

Always clouding his vision…
Always feeling their presence…

He knows this is never ending…
It will be a life sentence…

And as he quietly sits there…
Feeling such a fucking fraud…

Locked in his mental prison…
His soul damned and flawed…

Watching their smiling faces…
Filled with love and with trust…

His guilt gains extra burden…
Under the weight, he is crushed…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Truth is a Beautiful Thing” By London Grammar

I Am…

Please welcome Sammy as my latest Guest Poet

You can read more of Sammy’s work here: www.flyingonemptythoughts.wordpress.com

If you would like to feature as a Guest Poet, and have the chance of appearing in the upcoming book EYE WILL NOT CRY – “BE MY GUEST” – then email your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

I Am

I am trying
I am hiding
I am a mess
relying
in the randomness
of this life.

Seeking finding
hunching my way to get out there
madness
coiling
in the pit.

Livewire sparks
doom and desire
rambling,  rushing
to fill a void
that exists.

“If a child, a child cries would you not forgive them”…

~

Tuesday’s child…
Was mild and meek…

Had a sweet voice…
But dare not speak…

In fear of being…
Pushed away…

Or being punished…
Fading to grey…

Trying to avoid…
That cruel back hand…

Which demanded obedience…
And burned like a brand…

To be seen not heard…
Were words to live by…

Survival of the fittest…
“Eye Will Not Cry”…

Dodging verbal bullets…
Living with the abuse…

Never getting it right…
Covering each bruise…

Counting down the hours…
Waiting for the day…

That escape to freedom…
Would finally pave the way…

To a new existence…
One without any fear…

One without the pain…
One without the sneers…

That kept on coming…
No matter right or wrong…

As each furious beating…
Dispelled the need to belong…

Until the day it happened…
The abuse became too much…

A desire for self-preservation…
Led to a retaliatory punch…

The abuser losing footing…
Falling down the stairs…

And the key to freedom…
Was contained in a lifeless stare…

~

“Every single one of us, the Devil inside”…

Please welcome Clive as tonight’s Guest Poet – You can read more of his work here:

https://thistwistedyouth.wordpress.com/

If you would like to be featured as a Guest Poet, please email your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

A thorough disgrace
Thought the ministers daughter
As she lit up her crack pipe
And slipped down the alter
The new life inside her
Unaware her sub-missions
Now mimics her mum
Curled in foetal positions
Suffocating and spinning
From toxins and Aids
Her parents screamed evil
Whilst she cried afraid
Left mute by rejection
The confusion, the pain
As they ran from the answers
That let the questions remain
Like her naive prayers for help
To understand dreams of blame
That still grow in her heart
And darken her name
The earrings, the nose stud
She knew it would rile them
The make-up, the hair
She continued to test them
The boyfriends, the blasphemy
The late nights thrown at them
Her reasons like whispers
Gone. drowned in a swan song
The river on fire
Her food turned to sand
Says nothing of love
And the ironic twists
Of supply and demand
That made her ungrateful
When they did not understand
A way to respect her
Induce or entice
Her thoughts through to balance
On life’s tight rope of ice
So she crashed and froze
To the stone cold church floor
Where she lies hopeless with hurt
Cracked open for more
To dull all her senses
And quench all the shame
To blot out her past
Re-christen her name
For she cracked her head
To misfire on split levels
She both hides from the truth
And slow dances with devils
Her parents so righteous
Simply just chose the former
And shifted the blame
For they could not reform her
They distorted the problems
And helped made her feel cursed
As they dreamed of the best
And yet dragged out the worst
For in fighting fake devils
They disowned her true lies
“Shut up, & damned,”
Like the people of Dedon
Severed clean from Gods hands
And so with these People
My thoughts will remain
Until people know clearly
Confusion breeds pain.

“Would you really want me in the light of day”…

~

She’ll never let you know…
And never let you see…

Hiding in the shadows…
An imperfect mystery…

Refusing to tell you…
As you’d never understand…

The dark, sinful cravings…
Ignited by your hand…

The raging fire it starts…
Deep within her soul…

It’s no longer a game…
It’s out of all control…

Leaving her breathless…
And floating in space…

Just one fleeting touch…
Pushes her into disgrace…

Painting vivid pictures…
Inside her sweet head…

In a parallel world…
As she lies in her bed…

One that only exists…
Outside of her reality…

A place she escapes to…
Amidst all the insanity…

Where time stands still…
And the rainbows shine…

Where nobody notices…
The severity of her crimes…

And each fallen angel…
Turns a blind eye…

Providing forgiveness…
Under a dark black sky…

And she keeps it covered…
Out of plain sight…

It’s her constant struggle…
And her daily fight…

To keep it all hidden…
Distracting what you see…

But shrouded in the shadows…
She’s alone and so empty…

~

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