Written: September 24, 2026
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The house grows quiet, voices fade away,
Empty chairs wait guests who won't arrive.
The telephone robotic rings betray,
Silence that surrounds me, makes me strive.
My knuckles built up their own syntax,
Every joint and bone is mapped by ache.
A display of pills on the top of the tacks,
A week of tunnels and no house break.
Friends as stones I've gathered over the years,
Some polished smooth, others jagged, worn.
Doctor's waiting room now calms my fears,
No mantelpiece gatherings, no morn.
Feelings of loneliness are as thick as rain,
Its monotonous, never-ending of night.
I speak to screens, endure the loop again,
For comfort in the artificial light.
Yet dawn comes, the kitchen window stays,
Coffee still holds a flavor, rich and deep.
I'm still here counting on my numbered days,
Still someone's father, still the love to keep.
For children's names I'd memorize, their needs,
Through every darkness, through hardest falls.
The body is tired, but love still intercedes,
And life, though shaking, still recalls.
Inadequate;
The word resonates with sickening intensity
All through my life I've had to be my own advocate
I've battled for myself with staggering immensity
The clashing of swords, the beating of drums,
I fight for myself despite the outcomes
I'm withered and weary, battle-worn and aching
I throw down my arms, finally forsaking
But I get right back up despite my depression
I knock down my foes now in quick succession
The war rages on, heartbreakingly perpetual
How much can I bear? My defeat is eventual
One day, I will be knocked down,
And as I rest on the earth, on the cold bloodied ground,
I'll smile in my defeat,
Because now my demons have finally been beat.
Never pick crops before harvest ,
?Because the sun won't let me rest.
?It was rotten yet never became ripe,
?This is what I got after all that hype .
?
?It bore the seeds of despair,
?It's something I can't repair.
?Stuck in a quagmire of panic,
?Should I...no I tried that tactic.
?Though the seeds looked promising,
?Nothing good comes from fantasizing.
?Thought picking it before harvest I'd still find it in a good state,
?I knew that those fruits were nothing but rot in my fate.
?
?For the bare land that bore them always buried my grudges.
?I guess my heart is hard and never budges.
?For every thought I plough, it sows the seeds of rot and I reap the pain .
?
Walking Cane
Senryu
My walking cane
leading me to my
cold grave
Solid Is Illusionary
We are elemental echos in illusionary domains
Fleeting spectors in a realm of imagined remains
Where this invisible blanket of solidity can unfold
As long ago our shapeshifting dreams foretold
The ashes of truth are trapped in the fires lie
In a vail so thin where enlightenment must surely die
Lays the unseen sanctum for metaphysical bridging between
Here and where memories flow in the narrow astral plain unseen
There where the funeral flames fade
Be not lost, but found, where the homesick soul laid
Of the silent searcher who sleeps within
In the never never land where all dreams begin
sweat-soaked
I exhausted countlessly
falling down the nights
throwing myself against
the hollow you left
maybe hurting badly enough
could make you mine again
but now the tide has drawn back
exposing my Sharpie on the sand
you were never something so frightening
as the love of my life
only an amalgamation
of my deepest fears
wearing the face of someone I loved
my foolhardy
but in this one instance
psychic psychosis
twitched my neck
you would be gone
by summer’s end
therefore I swore
enemies with the world
blind to how I was giving you
reason to do the same
I know it selfish now, the way I held on
though that truth sits poorly on my tongue
for I truly believed that every shadow I cast
was shelter for you
I was a child to his suckle
a pallid magro body
unable to bear its own reflection
until he made you his
I am tired of teaching you how to love me.
Tired of translating my heart into instructions.
"I forgot" — you forgot?
How do you forget someone waiting?
You say "sorry, I was in a hurry"
But you were never in a hurry to reach me.
I don't want a goodbye kiss because I asked for it.
I want the one you remembered to give.
©Maya Evans
21 September 2026
Cme out
Door closed, surrounded by walls
sealed inside , darkness, cries, sadness, lost soul
Look around, alone, scared, confusion, cold
I scream, anyone there?
No responce
I scream, please help me?
NO responce
stand up walls too high
reach out to feel something
nothing but darkness
I scream is this real
No responce
weakness, no strength, my legs collapse
I fall crotched down in a ball , rocking slowly, tears fall
my hands grab my head, am I in trouble, the yelling echos in my head
I look up and see the light, but I cant reach it
the only sound is the voice in my head,
I scream Please stop talking, I scream STOP!
I hold my breathe, 1 minute, 2 minutes exhale deep breathe in
open your eyes, stand up, leave those thoughts in the dark
You know it will come again, maybe less time
Written down: Come out, the world is right outside your door.
The child inside is an adult, fighting whats behind that closed door
I screamed until my throat tore -
"You're hurting me! Please, let me go!"
And you stood there, vacant,
gazing at me with a soft, baffled innocence.,
because you couldnt see the violence of your hands.
You wouldn't see it.
Instead, you looked down at my bleeding body,
shook your head in quiet disappointment,
and whispered,
"Look what you made me do."
"I do not want to kill you," you repeatedly pled,
to which I laughed, my wrists seeping red.
"Look at all you've done!
Please, don't soften what's said.
You can't kill someone,
who is already dead."
whispering through a crescendo
I accommodate his monolingually
always spoke prim and smoothed
commercialize me .
be impeccable or simultaneously lukewarm
never to undress again
classic
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 14–20, 2026)
SPROUTING LIFE
Growth is challenging…
Germinating life struggles…
Sprouting life has its pain…
God always has pain’s healing…
In faith, live a sprouting life…
A sadistic killer, who enjoys it with relish
A woman desperately in want of love
The age numbers small talk turns to relic
A paedophile never at rest until he gave
A robber on the prowl seeking victims.
Broken hearts need that need mending.
(Written on the 28th May, 2021)
Pain
It explodes through my knee
as I fall to the ground
hoping I didn't do it again.
Everyone surrounds me
Asking me questions
making sure I'm okay.
I'm not.
But they don't know that
Other's keep telling me
everything is fine,
nothing happened.
We were all wrong.
Again.
My world turned upside down
for the second time.
The hurdles put up once again
ready for me to knock them back down.
The minutes tick by slowly
as I wait to hear my name.
They say count back from
10
9
8
7
6
5
blackness
Pain is infinite.
In my knee
In my head
In my stomach
everywhere
All I want to do is sleep.
But the pain is too extreme
and the nurses won't let me.
Pain
As I jump over
hurdle after hurdle
waiting patiently
until it is my turn to be happy again
9 months they said
9 months until I can play again
That's 273 days
That's 6552 hours
That's 393,120 minutes
That's 23,587,200 seconds
Until it is over
Every step
every second of
every day, working,
hoping ill be better
by the time we start again.
Free from pain.
Pain creeped in with the early hours of the morning,
I was doubled over in pain.
As I was screaming,
my dad was wrapping me in a blanket.
Off to the hospital he sped,
then carrying me through the big doors.
My appendix was about to burst open,
emergency surgery was for me.
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