Pierce

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All these days

It has been repeated

Without hesitation

That a mistake

Has been done;

Every now and again,

Like a sharp knife

Piercing the heart

As blood oozes out

Dripping along

While running away,

Trying to escape

This place of torment,

From the blame, the accusation

As it hurts so much

Knowing to have been a burden

In all of life;

If letting in

Was a mistake,

The price has been paid,

For, every now and then

There is a new accusation

Which is capable of breaking a person

Entirely;

But whatever happens,

Though the knife is passed

Through this mortal body

Again and again,

And again,

Although this pain is unbearable,

Somehow,

If I’m still alive,

I shall come again,

Just so you can pass your knife through me

Again.

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Waiting

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​Waiting

Every moment

With utmost vigilance,

To capture in memory permanently

That one moment:

One sign

Of love –

One gesture

Of care –

From you,

Hoping

There are things

Left unsaid

Everyday I wait, thinking

That one day you’ll see

My honesty,

You’ll see

That I had always wanted

To be there,

That there had always been 

An empty space

That you hadn’t filled,

But that’s okay.

Still, I know

That there exists a tiny part

Of you

That loves me unconditionally

Like any father does

Their daughter;

Though you never show it to me,

I know it exists.