Refuse

To hope
to love
to praise
to hold
I shall refuse it all
as not entitled for
my soul is cold
numb and sore
confused, in rage
I hate, I hate
this feeling inside
growing, growing
spinning the wheel
luck and fate
seems against
my latest whim.

One week

Day after day for a week
I dreamt of you
I longed to hold you
I wished too see you
I wanted to breath the same air
but all came crashing down
as the news of the unexpected arrived
A week in vain, I spent
dreaming, longing, wishing
to just be in your sight
This feeling of despair
overflows my heart
there is not set day
or certain hour
in which I will sit next to you.

A dream

Red, red dress by Loren AyBe. (Watercolor on paper)

In a dark silent night
feel the grass on my cheek
I look up on the sky
to see nothing but dark blue
obscure shadows whispering
trembling branches
east wind blows and whistle
vague memories
clouded thoughts
unconnected feelings
lying and looking up
seeing nothing but dark blue.

Elsewhere

I see you
as You are,
 perhaps as You never were
I do not wish to heal the wound
or rebuild a bridge, you burned,
between what we once were
that chance is long gone
I can only extend
the courtesy, you had once with me
by saying no more
I kindly ask you,
to take your stare
elsewhere,
My lines, my words
poetry without remorse
my art, my work
it´s me in every piece.
Nothing more truthful
than a naked soul.
You regard me,
unworthy..
do not give me a thought
move on.

Do you miss me?

Is it the pain?
unkept promises
the permanent sadness
stolen moments of joy
Do you miss me?
Remember the emptiness
feeling so much
doing so little
counting minutes to goodbye
Do you miss me?
The fear of losing
no time to win
walking the same road
as before, hoping a change
Do you miss me?
do you really?
Oh, no..
it´s you looking back
on a distant memory
a sneak peek through a hole
read my words
think on how misery
beats me up endlessly
Do you miss me?
´cos life goes on
no time to duel
on the past.
Just bury the last furtive memories
on a bottle of vodka.

Abyss

A sorrow without name
deep abyss
Who am I?
who am I?
the echo replies
Minutes, hours, days
falling down
in the darkness of oblivion.