ALL SHE IS, WAS NOT ALL SHE WAS

Angst followed behind her

And promised to solemnize misery

He taunted, as she suppressed the nerves

And all she is, was not all she was.

 

Her heart thumped at the mention of her name

Her mind, as void as the genesis

The invisible leash latched on her

And her hands betrayed her calm

 

Eyes watching, pierced like needles

And she spoke each time with haste heightened.

As though trying not to drown,

As though slowly sinking in quick sand.

 

Oh she fought, but so fragilely,

And she wanted to conquer

But her broken self, she could not mend,

Her voice begged for sympathy.

 

All she is, she was not,

Angst, he took his bow.

 

 

 

 

 

I Don’t Have The Words

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don’t have the words this time round

I can only stare and hide hurt behind

this frown,

Because you wound my heart

You tear it apart

Whenever you feed your pride

And leave me in the dark.

 

 

I don’t have the words this time round

I can barely keep myself from falling

to ground,

Because my ego is bruised

I’m jobless and confused

Treated with disrespect,

I’m sullen and feel abused.

 

 

I don’t have the words this time round

I stand mortified before the crowd,

Because I am the laughing-stock

I fret and shake, not able to talk,

Called names, and ridiculed

It’s more bricks to this invisible wall.

 

 

I don’t have the words, you see,

So hold whatever is left of me

Because I’m a crumbling tower

I always seek to cower,

So look me in the eyes and understand,

That I simply do not have the words.