Poetry

I'll never class myself as a poet. I just don't have the passion for it. However, when inspired the words seems to flow easily.

I had a very disturbing day yesteraday and was inspired.


Darkness surrounds me.
I no longer see the light.
Voices taunt and words slice viciously.
Whispers spoken, rumors released.

Those that were friends become enemies.
Name forgotten, respect is lost.
The war begins. None to fight for me.

Head down, eyes diverted.
Afraid to speak, afraid to look.
Rage and hurt blankets my smile.
While the knife impales me deeper.

When all seems lost and black.
She enters, bringing sunshine and hope.
Embraced in her soft warmth.
My soul lightens.

Tomorrow I face another day of torture with words.
But knowing she is waiting for me.
With a smile of love.
The tunnel with light remains.