Feeling of Forgotten

Standing in a long hall,


facing a closed door.


People hurry past, in both directions,


heading to their destination.


Bumping and rubbing against me as they pass.


I stand here, waiting.


Staring blankly at the door.

Limits Exceeded

I can not stay and play today,


I have to run away, away.


Far away, from you my friend.


I’m sad to say this is the end.


I can not stand you any more.


I’d really like to shut the door.


Just let me be, I need my space.


Don’t try to find my hiding place.

Un-Existing

Some days I feel


pointless.


I keep moving


to know I’m alive.


I wonder why,


and where am I going.


I breathe in


and out, and I feel


my heart beating.


The clock ticks.


I put one foot in front of the other.


I check the calendar


and cross things off my list.


I listen


to the kids fight.


And cry.


I put food on the table


to fill their tummies.


All the while watching


the movement of the clock.


Erasing away the minutes,


until this day


no longer exists.

The Titanic comes to Supper

I’ll tell a tale, of a big grey boat.
The Titanic. Sunk. Long ago.
Peace on earth, good will to men,
you’d think that would be, the very end.
But down below I heard a thud,
it seems to be trudging through the mud.

Speak of beauty, speak of love,
Here's a ship, encased in mud.
It’s ok, it won't stay long,
perhaps to eat, and then be gone.
And, it may stay for evening tea,
we’ll just have to wait and see.
Just long enough to leave some mud,
and wet, and scum, and filthy crud.

After all, it's still a sunken ship.
Rotten, rusted. Void of life.
Old decrepit, tired and worn.
Legend, legacy, memory gone.
Just a ghost that is no more:
hope, new life, forgotten dreams,
sealed inside the ocean seams.

Where it lays, until the end.
A choice. Complacent. Let it rest,
in pieces.

Delusional

Between the lines, there are hidden
meanings in the words.

I close my eyes and turn my head,
pretend to sleep, a good defense,

the words resound, they’ve since escaped.
The room is still, and all is tense.

When I’m awake, I hold my breath.
The worst to come, there’s more I dread.

I can deny the words I’ve said.