Poetry of the week – loyalty and betrayal
| June 11, 2012 | Posted by Georgie Tindale under poetry |
Loss
They say you have to deal with it,
That the pain goes away,
Disappears,
But it can’t,
Not really.
It’s an empty, brittle feeling,
A dull, thudding hurt,
You wish you were dreaming,
But you can’t.
Not really.
We won’t deal,
Can’t,
Not with the pain,
Pain founded on love, loyalty, peace,
Not really.
But it’s a darkness,
Inside us all,
And we’re drowning,
In loss,
In emptiness,
We want the peace,
Love, loyalty.
But it’s not there.
Not really.
By Alaa Jasim
Darkness lasts a life time
Life is a hideous monster that engulfs you in pain,
No you can’t escape its vicious wrath, its enraging mocking!
When you are pushed away, turned away, neglected, who
do you turn to in your plea for help?
A brother who favours a charming woman over you? A mother whose life is
already treacherous enough. You don’t want to make it worse.
So I ask again who do you turn to?
You have lost those you once loved because you were in so much
pain you could not cope.
Do they care? No! have they ever actually cared?
All I see now is darkness and its cruel twisted manipulative ways!
You brought this to me so now I ask, will you fix it? A broken fragile heart
with wounds so deep it has damaged her weak soul. Will you carry me
now that I am falling? Falling straight into a black abyss of torture. I see you
now, not caring, understanding or realising. Realising the pain they have caused!
The fresh wounds they have created. I trusted you! I needed you! Yet where are you
now?
By Courtney Nicholson
Humidity
By the takeaway and the boots pharmacy,
I see you appear with your dark eyes blazing
puppy dog love and desperation.
But I’m sheltered by motorbikes
pay and display and grey matt steel.
I reach out to you and touch your hair
which falls to the floor as sheets of rain
pelt onto your shivering skin.
I long to inject warmth into your flesh,
to open my eyes and laser beam happiness
into you until you fall under a tide of golden
blue joy. Never submerge in your dark dusk clouds.
My skin bursts with too much heat
and the chains hold you back with a rifle
and a briefcase. A star burns dimly waiting for news.
In York the drizzle soaks me
sweltering.
By Georgie Tindale
The loss of a child
It’s an adventure; I see a white light above me.
I wonder what it is. I bet it’s a giant sweet shop in the sky
well I may as well see.
My body is growing lighter I’m almost free.
Soon I’ll be away from everything that hurts and worries me.
I had a short run.
But my time is done.
That is ok though as now I can see my puppy
and eat all the sweets I want to
in my magical sweet shop in the sky.
I wonder why my heart is slowing down.
I try and look around but I am surrounded only by the warm white light.
I give into it and allow myself to relax and not fight.
Closing my eyes slowly I smile.
It doesn’t take long at all and after a little while…
The doors to the sweet shop are open…. Yay!
Skipping in with a grin on my face.
I know that now I have all of eternity
just for me to play.
By Alex Dib-Bennett
Rei
She was a student, a scholar,
A loving soldier and a caring lover;
You’re trying, now, to recall her
But she isn’t coming back to you,
She is slipping through the cracks in your fingers
Until nothing but a salty teardrop
Of a salty sea lingers, whispering to you
What she always said, what she always meant:
That absence does make the heart grow fonder,
That what is forgotten may not be lost.
And when you ask her out to dance
She’ll take the candlelight in her hands
Just to feel the real flame,
Just to feel real pain
In case she needs to shelter you
When the storm surges; when the rain rains.
She was quiet, she was silent,
Never angry and never violent –
She never said a word not needed or bled red
With the same anger you too often threw
At the tables and chairs, the walls and the stairs,
In arrows and spears at those who hurt you;
She yielded to every tear, every faulty cog and gear
Of your plans just so she could see you smile,
Because she knew you wouldn’t see her in a while
After she pulled a vanishing one on you.
And when you ask her out to dance
She’ll take the candlelight in her hands
Just to feel the real flame,
Just to feel real pain
In case she needs to cry with you
To share the burdens and strains.
She was a sister, she was a mother
She always fought for what was best for you
Even if it wasn’t how you wanted it to
Turn out for the both of you; she knew
She’d never take you for a fool, all she
Hoped was that you’d remember her
Just as she remembers you,
One of the few she’s keeping in her heart
When she flies back on beaten wings of gold
To that far star where she first spotted you.
And when you ask her out to dance
She’ll take the candlelight in her hands
Just to feel the real flame,
Just to feel real pain
In case she needs to be kind to you
Somewhere along the way,
In case she needs to remember you
All the time she’s away.
By Joshua Teo
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