Lamb’s Escape.

Knife In Blood by Simon Howden/FreeDigitalPhotos.net

The blade keeps plunging,

  sinking deeper into my back.

My instincts are right,

  the sting of betrayal is nigh.

When did I venture into the lion’s den?

© www.mypastmademe.com 2012

 

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Tarot of my Heart

Wonderland by Evgeni Dinev/FreeDigitalPhotos.net

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I see the questions

  in the weighted, charcoal sky.

The answers whisper to me

  from the soft earth.

I feel the criticisms in the cold wind,

  stinging my face.

Praise falls on me in the raindrops,

  soothing my skin.

I sense them talking about me,

  their betrayal a circle of fire.

My open heart emits forgiveness,

  their weakness something to pity.

Regret is not a pill I wish to swallow,

  nor a brooch to pin upon my coat.

Hope.

Hope is a fragrant flower,

  a blessing,

  a child’s kiss.

The future.

© www.mypastmademe.com 2011

 

Truth or Done

A rare rhymed poem … (old)

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Why is it so hard to tell the truth?

  so much easier than inflicting emotional abuse

Honest I’ve always been

  and honest I’ll stay

But maybe that’s why

  I’m feeling this way

Forever the fool, to comfort and help,

  being stepped on and squashed,

  but never a yelp

Just when I thought

  we were getting somewhere

I find myself dejected

  and struggling with what’s fair

Why can’t he see

  that trust is so fragile?

Quickly broken,

  and earned back in miles

made of the thinnest glass

  and of the clearest colour

Once it is broken,

  it couldn’t be duller

And if it smashes

  it takes forever to build

Pain and tears

  and feelings killed

So where do I start with it?

  What do I do?

  How can we ever start anew?

Or is it time to say “it’s done”?

We tried togetherness,

  tried to be one

And it’s not me who let

  the glass ball drop

Once he told one lie,

  he couldn’t stop

So I’m stood at the crossroads,

  and the signs are unclear

Hard to read

  through all the tears

Should I give one more chance,

  give him the best of me?

I’ve spent so long believing

  that he’s my destiny

So I sit here and write,

  waiting for a sign

Please, oh please

  come and tell me you’re mine!

And that there’ll be no more fabrications,

  no more lies to undo

Because all I’ve ever wanted

  is you

© www.mypastmademe.com 2011

Alice in Dangerland

When did the ground start to open again?

  the black shadow darkness

  looming like a noose

How did I miss the sign

  telling me to stop

  before I fall?

Have I fallen yet?

Or am I standing on the edge

  of the abyss?

Nothing is falling past me,

  no clocks or rabbits

so I must still be safe

Yet danger is hugging me

  and sadness is choking me

Shall I just take the next step anyway?

  to feel the expectant relief

  of failure and stillness?

It feels harder to stand

  on the edge right now

When did I lose myself?

  and why is my soul fighting

  being found?

The answers are always the same

But the questions are forever changing

I’m so tired of it

Tired of myself

Lost.

Again.

© www.mypastmademe 2011

Fool

Full Moon Over Water by Exsodus/FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Foolish, foolish heart of mine

  so willing to fall, so blind

Gentle he was when it suited

  hiding behind a mask

The lies thick as the dead night

And somewhere on a moonlit pond

  lies my shattered heart

  my broken dreams

  and the loss of all that I thought I had

So now the tears fall

© www.mypastmademe.com 2011