I see your struggle
The dark nights
The voices that haunt you
The scars you bare
I want to be enough
To stop the pain
To keep you safe
To save you from you
I wish i was enough
To take the pain
To promise you a future
To see you find happiness
I love you so much my dear girl...
...just wish it was enough to end the mental pain.
Closing eyes listening to my surroundings
With words in the mind that can't come out
A feeling of danger sinking under water
Grasping with an intent to.follow the words
Help, please help I need someone close
The feeling of free flowing fall, or just an abyss
Deep rooted in our chest craves the moment
The relief of one consciousness driven down
The ora of ones pain becomes all
The worst of all it becomes that experience
Shake, shaking deep within tugging the soul
Pain rivals through and through instinctively
Opening the door to a new life and goal
But when you open your eyes
Your pulled back to reality and begin
Begin to do what Humanity is suppose to do
BREATH!
words drip out of my eyes
landing on the page
splashing into phrases
sliding into sentences
I watch it happening
helpless to stop it
I am a poet who has no control
I do not even know where these are coming from
And So Un-Necessary.
But Necessity Is Opinionated.
I Guess So.
Perhaps I Should've Learned
How To PACE MYSELF.
I Still Don't Know What
That Means... Is That A
Feature, A Characteristic
I Missed, So I Won’t Mature
Establishment-ly?
Well, Yeah, So Un-Needlessly
Cruel... But, We Gotta'
Pace Ourselves...
Every Solemn Life Forms...
An Unquestionable Bond.
Every Ambitious Tiny Ant,
Every Sparrow's Fallen Perch.
All Contend. Keep Pace?
Owww.
Armor Callous.
-Gray Squirrel
03-12-2026
He’s torn apart by demons.
These spooks are of his own making.
Struggles in the middle of an ocean.
He’s drowning in plain sight.
I don’t have the tools to help him.
I simply can’t get through to him.
We’re all helpless to assist.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
a ladybug flailing away on her back
a lad gets a whipping in a shack
each helpless in his own way…
to whom and for what do they pray
in one dream this poet saw a horrific scene
where i was sitting on top of the house
and yet water had reached that high
submerging everything in its way
in the same dream,
i saw a child getting washed away
while his mother screaming for help, ready to jump
to rescue but is held back by others
this poet tried to jump
but my hands were tied in a chain
as i helplessly watched with tears in my eyes
i saw the child drown to the river bed
He, so fond of dress--
What not and what must he wear,
Alas failed to stress
Till last but one breath of air
That his shroud was far from fair.
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Tanka |22.07.2025| irony, death
Helpless Winners At The Fair
Clone Wolf
Tantrum Rages
Leader Of The Pack…
Careless Sycophants
Elephantile Contagions
Self-Defeating Victims.
The Old Irony Escapes
Bare-Knuckles
Modeled, Paling…
Grabbing Artificial
Pleasure From
Manipulation's
Freshest Kill.
Your Cheeks Are
Tender Bloody Sweet
All You Cuddle-
Yummy Treats!
Your Tribe Awaits
With A Better Hat And
Sweater - Be-Damned…
Re-Damned. AGAIN!
Idolizers.
What You ‘Really Needed’
Cost Us All Our
Arms And Legs.
Too Bad That
Couldn’t Save Our
Extremely Enormous:
Vapid
Heart And
Head, Instead…
Skull-Candy Now
In Sugar-Cotton.
-Gray Squirrel
06-30-2025
My wife has become an insomniac,
during ebon hours she doesn’t sleep.
Like an owl she’s become nocturnal,
I wish again she was counting sheep.
But dementia does this to a person,
God put us together, she’s in my keep.
All of my days start off the same,
and most days, when alone, I weep.
As yellow leaves wither in the autumn breeze,
only apathetic thoughts remain
in this nonchalant existence of
my diseased body and over the hill mind!
It reminds me a time of agility,
A time of struggle and celebrations,
An age when dreams of a better future bloomed,
And leaping up those stairs to pluck the petals of success.
The illusion of youth, believing I would remain the same forever,
My beauty, once admired by the mirror,
My body, that lied about its boundless strength,
And the willpower that upheld my beliefs!
Now, my poor mind, dreadfully distressed,
on the fritz of my worn body parts.
Here I am, at the dusk of my life,
panting and staring at the steep stairs
called ‘rest of my time’!
I wonder, are there any tears left
to cry over the memories of my vigorous days?
Or, has time swallowed even the sorrow, leaving only silence?
I was helpless,
I was shining.
You were knowing.
and bestowing.
When my steps were unsteady,
you held my hand.
You were ready.
Age is just a number, you said
grinning broadly like a
little girl repeating a loving fib.
You wanted a protector,
a guardian of devotion.
But I am not your Paul Bunyan,
the mighty timberman in your dreams.
In my twilight, I remember so many
mighty forests burning to cinder.
Frailty disintegrates the will.
Big-strong-protecting-men wilt with age.
They offer their pleading eyes,
longing to be cradled.
Maturity is mortality ticking.
I was helpless,
I was shining.
You were knowing,
and bestowing.
When my steps were unsteady,
you held my hand.
I was a girl with no life
Or a being with no purpose.
I had no one compassionate,
Although my soul was always nervous.
The life I barely built in those years,
Came crashing down to a point..my eyes were in tears.
There was nothing I could do, powerless to intervene,
Even God didn't care when I let out a scream.
I tried hard to build of my life something new,
But hatred is all I got.. Why? I had no clue.
I felt like a beast trapped in metal chains,
Waiting to be free from the heart to the veins.
A heart waiting to be nurtured and cared,
Only to be thrown into the merciless fire that flared.
The eyes that were filled with joy at a time,
Now brimmed with tears that weren't worthy a dime.
I'm helpless, helplessly so,
Bound to the weight of mine own woe.
Mine hands do shake, mine limbs do fail,
And every deed is carved in frail.
I wander around aimlessly,
A wretch who doth not wish to be.
Mine fingers break what once stood tall,
Mine lips do lie, mine own to fall.
I tear, I spoil, I set to waste,
I choke on all I swore to taste.
Till breath is thin and time is slow,
I'm helpless, helplessly so.
There was a battle within me
A silent war amidst my own people
the reason for which I could never understand.
In this conflict I was fighting with myself
driven by an intense longing for something.
Suddenly everything fades away
the fog lifts and I see you in my dreams. Even in that dream I lose you somewhere.
When I couldn’t bear the pain of this loss I woke up from my dream
Only to remember that you are unattainable even in my dreams.
I wish for you in the dreams within my dreams
But you are so precious and unique that even there you remain beyond my reach.
I feel helpless just thinking of you.
I am so unlucky that whatever I touch whatever I desire never becomes mine.
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