Poems of Pain and Solitude

Resisting

Sometimes when Reality becomes no longer bearable,

I sit by my windowsill and draw down the blinds of my anger.

A feathery and piercing fog veils my thoughts,

Waves of peacefulness wash over my soul.

I listen to the gentle whispering of a distant wind,

As it carries me to a place where only is

Silent serenity and proud placidity.

I am guided to the shore of the beach,

Watching the delicate waves sway the golden sand,

With each heart's tenderness, caress the glamorous grains.

A Cerulean sky rests upon the graceful horizon,

As a timid slender silver crescent

Casts its lustrous light upon my spirit.

Whilst the sweet fragrance of the sea cradles my senses,

Your soft voice resonates in my within.

I ignore, I forget, I push away.

You don't love me.

You never have.

Don't pretend.

Your chant won't bewitch me.

You are none but a ghastly lodestar

That'll guide me to my doom.