There will be no more suffering.
Why are there wounds that don't heal?
What caused my joy to be exchanged for sorrow?
Why do I always feel so little as I get older?
I'd had enough of yesterday and despised my future.
Underneath the surface of a sunny day
I was glistening but sobbing.
Jockeys with no sense of humor piled on top of each other and laughed.
Desire is pursued, therefore I let go of my grip.
Like the emoji, you can smile all the time.
I'm proud of how far I've come, even if it was only for a short time.
Snaps in a flash
From innocent guffaws
a developing ailment
Adults pretending to be adults
Fake relationships
Everyone is insane while pretending to be sane.
Envious had amassed a force.
I was charmed and hugged by faking it.
But they stab me in the back.
They had no idea how numb I became.
The saint's wings protect you.
There will be no more.
Categories:
psychopomps, angel, judgement, life,
Form: Free verse
In the eye’s corner
Fluttering in photographs
Psychopomps gather
Watching for the autumn’s fall
Listening to poetry
by Gail
Categories:
psychopomps, autumn, bird, death, fear,
Form: Tanka
as the psychopomps cry
in the night, and we fly
towards a fate most divine,
looking, lost, and dying,
seeking fleeting blessings, crying
for the final slumbers sigh.
as we stir, our soul is sighing,
can't you tell the heart is dying?
mirrored shadows, matching eyes,
windows to the darkest lies.
watching ever in our longing,
mindless masses, always thronging
on the outskirts of our lives,
a twisted fate falsely contrives
and pushes ever on the road
to everlasting solitude.
Categories:
psychopomps, depression, philosophy,
Form: I do not know?