Tanka ~ What Becomes

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What Becomes

What becomes of dreams
If this night lasts forever;
If sleep never falls.
What becomes of tomorrow
If this darkness never leaves

© Red


 

Kyrielle ~ Still

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Still

The outside moves further away
These shackles are the price I pay
Still hiding from knocks at the door
Watching bugs crawl across the floor

Outsiders can’t break through these walls
I’m never home when someone calls
Still scratching at that same old sore
Watching bugs crawl across the floor

Insiders believe they know me
They see what I want them to see
Still concealing an empty core
Watching bugs crawl across the floor

Inside is big enough for one
All but the demons are long gone
Still waiting to find something more
Watching bugs crawl across the floor

© Red


Double Tetractys ~ Chasm

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Chasm

Numb
Empty
No substance
Ice cold chasm
Never so lonely as when I’m with you
The closer you get, the less you know me
Can’t let you see
What’s inside
Rotten
Core

© Red


Tanka ~ Three Words

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Three Words

We almost made it
Until you said those three words
You shouldn’t give me
A gift I cannot return
Love’s just a concept to me

© Red


Double Tetractys ~ Dreams

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Dreams

Dreams
Nightmares
Hard to tell
Both too painful
Caught between a dream and a memory
Caught between a dream and reality
Nothing changes
Time slips by
Quickly
Gone

© Red


Belonging

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Belonging

Don’t you know
I don’t belong
here

You’re asking me
to stay
to be
something
I’m not
ever going to be

I don’t belong
here
I don’t belong
anywhere

© Red


Real

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Real

I can’t remember
the last time
I felt
anything
You talk to me
Touch me
I’m not there
Your face
blends
into the background
with all the others
You are no longer
real
Nothing
feels real
to me

© Red


Sanity is Madness

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Sanity is Madness

We live in a world we know cannot exist
Make up theories and pretend they make sense
We search for meaning in the meaningless
Convince ourselves of our own existence
We start on a road that begins where it ends
Then call it madness when sanity descends

© Red


Paralysis

 

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Paralysis

Some days, I want to speak
I want to say
Hey
How you doing?

Some days, I almost call
And then it hits me
Doubt
Paralysis

What if
I say the wrong thing?
What if
I just annoy you?
What if
You’re hoping I never call again?

So I stay silent
And then you ask
Why
I never call you
Why
It takes so long to reply
Why
You were always last on my list

Somedays, I want to speak the truth
Tell you why
Set both of us free
But paralysis makes it so much easier to lie

© Red


On Your Own

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On Your Own

You took me out into the wilderness
Left me to find my own way back
Judged me when I lost my way
Now you want to tread my path
This road is mine, and mine alone
You’ll have to find your own way home

© Red