Images I can’t portray
put on paper
or bring myself to describe,
fear
guilt
pain :
unease with myself.
Jaded memoirs
soothe
yet fill me with turmoil.
I’m in every picture
song
written word,
within the flicker
a flame
a teardrop falling
memories
belonging to no-one.
I can see through the mirror
beyond what is real
as though I walk without care
fear.
I feel..
hate
shame
love
quiet unease
sleeping with pain.
To you I’m handsome :
look closer
deeper,
unworthy of any life,
a sleeper
trapped like the flame
the tear
aching to be released.
Born
longing for my true place
with those I’ve seen
pass away,
life and
death
buried
are my dreams.
I am lost
the child’s innocence
lost..
everything that lay here once,
your broken heart
the faded photograph,
my reflection
a shadow in the night
the melodic ghost in the corner of your eye,
voice of an echo passed.
© 2007 Michaela James.
A journey into the depths of my heart, mind and soul. "From my heart a single tear hangs low..." {Pink Raven}
04/05/2007
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