When Dreams Die
From or into the cocoon
has yet to be established
body no longer aching for love
heart no longer famished
No longer do hands roam
to quench private places
No longer do they catch the tears
or caress imagined faces
Dreaming of one you will never have
or one who does not exist
Put your feelings on a shelf
they really won't be missed
Extracted from the same inscision
from which the soul departed
Vacant eyes where feelings were
the core of you discarded
Looking down I watch my body
going through the motions
Adroitly living without dreams
it walks into the ocean
Cindy ©
Darkeart's Poetry Concerto No..2
Its True
Its true that blood
courses through my veins
Vital organs perform tasks
according to God's reign
Its true my heart beats
thump thump as it should
Yet something is not right
dysmorphic....misunderstood
You see me-I'm talking
and walking...alive
But looks are deceiving
malicious and blind
Its true I am dying
blood coursing through my veins
Spilling out of an empty soul
as life slowly wanes
Cindy ©
Think About
I can't think about tomorrow
I can't think about today
I can only think about the sorrow
Of past errors and dismay
I can't think about my fear
I can't think about my life
I can only think about whats clear
Darkness, pain, and strife
I can't think about past hopes
I can't think about being sane
I can only think about the joke
Of my existence and my shame
Cindy ©
In There Somewhere
Somewhere within my obese shell
is the girl that used to be me
Somewhere under my cuts and scars
is a soul who has given up on being free
Somewhere within are glimpses of hope
that leak through the cracks of my shell
Somewhere in these words I pen
is a pain that tears don't quell
Somewhere within is the person I forgot
so used to wearing a disguise
Somewhere is one who sits in silence
and waits for her demise
Cindy ©
