Calm

Guilty of the words, the same memories,
I felt forever lonely on a crowded Friday night.
I wish you'd be here, and I'd still hold you dear.
I wish I had learnt to pray when there was light.
Like an island, stuck within all I wanted,
Like a beach being haunted by waves,
With all the water, and but all salted,
The world I've known, I wonder if death saves.

Poisons stealing the breath of its fluency,
Blood plodding for strength and haste,
Fallen vows wait deeper than my sleep.
And without a shout that would seek help,
Or a noise that would announce the pain,
I let the shadow of your calm take over me.

Empty Curse

Voices ring, like horses in
A shelter from the world.
A word to be heard wasn't said.
Branches swing, kites of spring
With winds against flight,
In a sky otherwise dead.
Greens bloom, like painter's loom
Out of the nothing one could see,
Passing stories never read.
Wrinkles spread, like it would they said,
Carry the truth on your face someday,
A death which life led.
Far from life,
On some hill,
Far away,
Its all so great, and all so brave,
All the cheer and plight.