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David Olyott Poem
I lie and I hear,
A shouted cry,
A desperate plea,
Silently asking why?
Cast in stone,
No feeling, no pain,
Cried myself to sleep,
And the act was still my own.
I lie and I hear,
A tearful mourning,
Death of the past,
In this cold morning,
My life went by so fast.
I think that it is over,
Now the silence,
The silence of betrayal,
The tears replaced,
The act well played.
I think of yesterday,
When it was all so,
Simple.
I think of the end,
Perhaps tonight, my friend,
Perhaps I’ve known it all along,
Perhaps in fairness, I don’t belong.
If feeling described,
If hurt and horror cried,
My whispered scream,
Could wash it all clean,
I would scream and scream,
Meaningless sincerity.
Now I sigh, I close my eyes,
I close my heart,
My act continues,
I play my part.
The silence of betrayal,
Screams violence in my heart,
I hate this, I hate it all,
I need to fade,
My pain, hurtful fall.
I want to end,
I want surcease.
I wish for distant thunder,
If only to make this scene dramatic,
It is far too real,
I wish for rain,
The drumming on the roof,
Is good for hiding pain.
I hate what has been done,
I hate what they have become,
I wish the pain would go,
I wish that they could know.
The anger is leaving,
What is left is worse,
My life is weaving,
You are the curse,
The reason, the hate.
And why? For what benefit?
I ask, and am not answered.
The anger is returning,
Life normal, I am yearning,
I am losing all awareness.
Where is the fairness?
Perhaps if I scream,
Perhaps if I leave,
Perhaps it is too late…
What can I do?
What can I do?
Another silent plea,
I am dying inside,
What does reside,
In the empty shell of me?
Copyright © David Olyott | Year Posted 2015
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David Olyott Poem
I will never forget you,
My one love that was true,
In your eyes, I lived one thousand lives,
In my heart, I died one thousand times.
I remember you,
It is impossible not to,
I think of you every so often,
And as the thoughts come, so moves my pen.
It is hard not to write of you,
You were my everything,
It is hard to forget you,
You still posses my heart.
You were beautiful,
You were young,
You were tragic,
I remember you.
You are always in my heart,
Though others arrive,
They leave soon after,
But you will never depart.
You were mine,
I was yours,
Life and love were ours,
Once upon a time.
If I am true,
And bring back each memory,
Sweet, stinging, painful joy,
I remember you.
Copyright © David Olyott | Year Posted 2015
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David Olyott Poem
An Old Eternity
This shoreline is old,
No lights are burning, all is dark,
The wind is blowing cold,
He is only young,
And fear takes hold.
The rain is coming,
A storm is building,
No sword, nor shield, nor spear bravely thrown,
His weapon, only hope,
A heart once his own,
Now swings on lost love’s rope.
Can pain, if learnt and heeded,
Be next time, more easily averted?
His heart, his mind diverted,
Her love this time, is needed.
He is growing, and swiftly learning,
The sun is dying,
A sky once blue, now bleeds red,
The light is fading,
What has passed, now lies dead,
In this night, eternity waits ahead.
Copyright © David Olyott | Year Posted 2020
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David Olyott Poem
1.
I sit here alone,
My thoughts roam free,
The chill air my frozen throne,
My desire robs me.
Once upon a time,
Long ago to be sure,
She was mine,
She was my cure.
Everything I chase today,
Everywhere I go now,
A way to make her stay,
Never knowing just quite how.
I miss what she did to me,
Although to be true,
I never felt free,
She was all I knew.
2.
The wind against the wall,
Draws my attention toward,
My approaching fall,
Cold and sharp onto my sword.
I try every day to explain,
To make someone understand,
This encroaching pain,
My heart’s bitter demand.
No one is able to hear,
They cannot know,
Perhaps they fear,
The place I must go.
Questioned in my youth,
Ridiculed my vision,
Misunderstood a simple truth,
I used to be elysian.
3.
Where can we go,
What can we do,
Who will ever know,
How can it be true?
I used to write,
Beautiful and poignant words,
Long into the night,
Meaningful and eloquent words.
Words that rang,
Of a brighter future,
Songs which sang,
With a rising overture.
All of that now wrong,
A cold chill remains,
A winter far too long,
Leaving only bloody stains.
4.
My fingers ache,
The cold has caused this,
My hands shake,
From pain of what I miss.
So long in my past,
A fading memory from long ago,
A life lived too fast,
Some simple truth I used to know.
Here I sit as the world passes by,
My peers advise and exclaim,
Jealous of my rise so high,
Seeing only my fortune and fame.
The cold cuts through and through,
The wind blows uncaring,
The world continues it is true,
Oblivious of how I am faring.
5.
Is it easier to miss the past,
With the struggles overcome,
Is it easier to regret the past,
With all the things I have done?
I often wonder out loud,
Who can see with my eyes,
I often question if I am proud,
Of the truths I have sold as lies.
So here I sit once again,
A million miles away,
As the thoughts move my pen,
I have very little to say.
Nothing to make you see,
Nothing to help you know,
Nothing to understand me,
It is for the best if I go…
Copyright © David Olyott | Year Posted 2021
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David Olyott Poem
My Horizon
This storm-swept sea,
The raging water beneath me,
Seems almost, to drag me down,
The red fire in the sky,
Bleeds across my horizon.
Solid land appears so far,
When we are apart,
Each passing moment,
Begs me to call out,
Your name, a simple exclamation,
Of pain, of joy,
Of homecoming exaltation.
This storm-swept sea,
The raging water beneath me,
Seems almost, to drown us all,
The burning inferno of a dying sun,
Bleeding heart, my horizon.
You are my shore,
You are my beacon,
Guide me home,
Return me safe,
Your name is hard to cry,
When water cascades over the side,
And blood red explodes across the evening sky.
And now, in the tired end,
An old man, in the dawn,
Walks the shore,
So long ago espied,
Through the glass of fate and time,
His sea, raging no more,
Along my horizon
Copyright © David Olyott | Year Posted 2020
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