Outside my window, the crows are gathering and on their wings ride my demons I watch as their blackness melds with the shadows of the coming night.

Contentment no longer walks with me, despair and pain suffocates my soul; my demons may fill my lungs with death before my mind can find the place called tranquility.

My Guardians no longer exist inside my realm of thought, have they been driven away, who protects the Guardians, me; is it the Creator, is there a Creator, will the demons win.

My soul waits for its protector; with me, it hides in the ashes of yesterday waiting for the light of tomorrow to lift us out of hopelessness, out of desolation.

Until then I will close my eyes and my soul will rest until I walk a new path into the happiness of a new day.

 

 

©eam.thejaggedword.Poetry

 

 

 

The mask I wear is growing thin

Wrinkled and leathery as it is made of skin.

 

I have worn it since the day of my birth

It cannot be removed until I leave this earth.

 

It is not the mask that I may have chosen to

Wear yet when I look in the mirror, it is

Always there.

 

I sometimes wonder was it ever smooth

Flawless and showed no worry

I suspect it was before life set in with

Years of painful discoveries.

 

Many times were heartbreaking

Others wonderful moments to remember

I try to keep in mind that life in many ways

Has been kind and time is never free

Ups –  

Downs –

Good –

Bad –

 

But sometimes its just not easy being me.

 

 

 

 

©2010.eam.thejaggedword.Poetry

 

In the sunset of today unfulfilled

Dreams fall into the darkness

Soon to become yesterdays

Hope for the future.

 

Shadows slithers across the land

Threatening to steal expectations

Of a better tomorrow.

 

In the darkness of night body and

Soul waits patiently for the lure of

A waking world where once again

Unfulfilled dreams may come true.

 

 

 

©2010.eam.thejaggedword

Jagged words of hate destroy the

Souls of those who speak them,

Listen…

Do they really help bring final separation,

Severance from life, from truth, has but

One reality, one certainty…

Isolation.

 

On the dreamscapes of time, chosen

Paths encounter many illusions; look

Intently into the pitch-black pool of life

Try to see beyond that which is

Touchable, is disillusion the fear. 

 

Jagged words of hate are born in the

Beastly nightmares of life; they are 

Broken remnants of our inter-selves and

The mind will deny the images of what it

Will see or hear.

 

Those words of hate have reached their

Destination and have destroyed the soul

Intended, now in isolation, so let this be

Hates final separation.

 

 

©2010.eam.thejaggedword