"I came to the conclusion that unrealized hopes, even small ones, were always wrenching."
~ Nicholas Sparks
when follicles don't rupture
heart does, bit by broken bit
pieces of withholden dreams
shattering, eyes leaking pain
the agony is immense
soul tears that linger unwiped
babies remain dreams for now
unrealised realities
hopes dashed into smithereens
fractured frame of frozen mind
is this called long-suffering?
stillness... the wait continues
Categories:
unwiped, hope,
Form: Jueju
harsh reality thrust into dreams
potential shackled to ignorance,
drugs, violence, poverty and neglect
innocent souls forever stained
no roadmap out of the abyss
unheard cries, unwiped tears
Categories:
unwiped, childhood, society, urban,
Form: Free verse
I'm concerned now
with only solitary things
the stinging course
of an unwiped tear
and a small blonde curl
wrapped in plastic
never lengthening
a fleeting smile
forced from cheek's hollow
its laughter drowned in a meandering brook
that doesn't babble
just drifts aimlessly
to where a leafless tree seems
to haplessly scrape its bank
in unwelcome companionship
I find I prefer the dead blue of skies
to the changeling grey
where too many shadows wait
for aching recognition
and I know I'll never sleep again at night
because I can't censure with my eyes closed
nor control my emotion's line of sight...
Categories:
unwiped, death, loss,
Form: Free verse