Sometimes she whispers in my ear, a tapestry of pain and fear whose warp and weft weave haunted days and nightmare dreams through woeful sobs and blooded screams; till phantoms from a private hell enshroud me in a chilling spell.
I’m on a tour within her mind, where those outside are breaking in and every thought accuses sin in saddest voices man ever heard.
Midst grief, defying spoken word, she can only run and hide, cringe ever deeper down inside, avoiding some imagined threat from a friend… or foe she’s never met.
I know more of her than of my own, my wasted waif who walks alone. I want to ride inside her head and sweep it clean of all it’s dread, but will not know her when we meet; walk past her, crying in the street.
But till she finds the strength to lay the horrors of the past and scream, “I’m me! I’m running free!” There’ll be no woman sweet asleep, but just the child who I hear weep.
In the early days I imagined myself wandering the lanes of England with a rucksack on my back and, maybe, something lively in my hip-flask. I saw myself sitting on a hill somewhere, scribbling poems and, hopefully, making enough to keep body and soul together. But life isn't like that and, after a few years at sea and in the army, I found myself with a wife and kids to keep. So now, with three novels wallowing on Kindle, I scribble the odd rhyme by way of a hobby and shove it on my blog. Hope someone out there finds them interesting.
At evenings, Sun puts off her light as usual and goes behind a curtain woven by sea, rock and trees, so to have a break. Meanwhile, those with black heads and scattered hair go to warm themselves at the ember
I was travelling once again, Hoping I could refrain. With many thoughts in my brain, Travelling all the way to Maine. My thoughts were drawn to the smell of the rain, And that refreshed my brain. Thats when she got
This girl have been cooking food for her family, she used to have a promise for eternity, that she would be with only one person, her parents would have chosen that man in person, but one fine day her innocence