Deceived
I’ve got a chill that does not thrill but burns
right down to my core…
Like a corridor it goes on and on without end it
does not twist it does not bend just follows thru and thru like an arrow staying
true but without truth I find my mind it grinds with suspicion and fear until
nothing is clear but rather becomes an eruption of psychological corruption so
that this chill…it does not keep still rather it squirms about like snakes and
worms twisting my thoughts into confused knots and the chaos does cease for it
only wants release but release I must deny it for my heart is noncompliant in
its ache and I am afraid that I may break…
Wasted breath naught but death waiting to consume me
Ever-searching for the passion, never to assume me
Once believed, was deceived now my world is asunder
To the depths, my last breaths longing to thunder
Will the light return?
Will the fire once more burn?
Or will I fade away?
Forsaken
There is a whisper,
Uncertain and shaken,
Which boils from the depths
Of the forsaken.
Shadows
Shadows, those ever-present creatures
Dance upon the wall with misrepresented features
Whispers of phantoms, demons without names
Playing at your back with their enigmatic games
Creeping up behind you with the vilest of intentions
Incapable of clinging to your strict dimensions
Shrugging off into the night, the sea of concealed fiends
Plotting and waiting for the moment and the means
And while you slumber in your bed, coalesces about your head
Drawing your breath from your chest and edging you closer to your death
Until the first rays of dawn appear and scatter them from yon to near
The Warrior
The warrior walks with heavy legs
Weary from the fight
But triumph echoes in his mind
As he dances through the night
He and his people bravely fought
For freedom and for life
And though there were many deaths
They’d victored the horrid strife
The Black Leopard
She’s black of fur
And keen of eye
Everstalking
Queen of night
Upon her tree limb
Silently perched
She haunts the prey
For which she’d searched
The doe creeps closer
To the leopard’s tree
Unaware
Of her destiny
Rigid now
Muscles tight
As she readies
For the fight
If only…
Two little words, so unassuming
Behind them, profound regret is looming -
Things unsaid, actions not taken,
Paths unchanged, bright hopes shaken,
Angry remarks, pain inflicted,
Poor decisions, splendor rescinded.
Such remarkable loss to saddle on a petite
expression,
There is insurmountable despair in in their
reflection.
Behind these dispiriting words, many will
frantically hide
But you can grow immensely when you set them aside.
Poems are copyright protected ©Rebecca Taylor 1996-2013
Poems are copyright protected ©Rebecca Taylor 1996-2013