Musings, Reflections & Poetry: November 2010

Hypothermia

It is winter in my heart

Icy gales blow through my chest

Tearing me apart

Leaving me to my demons' behest

Shrouded in an opaque veil

The fog falls on my soul

It brings along whispers of a tale

Alas! It only makes my soul wail

My breaths, lost

For my lungs are coated in frost

I heave time and again

And each inhalation spikes the pain

The snow falls and blankets

My memories, it covets

Pearly white and shiny

Frozen underneath, blue me

Crux

This enslaved heart

With all of its beats unheard

Like the silence of a caged bird

With its vocals torn apart

To break that cage of solitude

Seeking riddance from this servitude

Alas! An impasse!

As the heart is the servant of a lass

And when it comes to freedom

The heart has not that wisdom

Famine

Too many words were put to paper

In your name, my only lover

I tried detox over the summer,

Yet in November, there you were

Once more a beggar,for a little love

You're what dreams are made of

Castles in clouds, I keep on building

Desperate, I keep on clinging

To that twisted something of a bond

Hoping you will someday respond

Believe in me, this is no facade

Don't take my feelings for a masquerade

The few memories I have of you

Made my dreams and sanity go askew

No false hopes, I just put those in my head

Or was every part of me being read?

More than these words I've expressed

How to tell you this, without seeming obsessed?

Do you feel the same? I guess I'll never know

Yet I'll try asking you next time we say Hello

For I am but hungry a slave

And you are my only crave