Paralyzed

I wouldn’t even call it a break

An unhappiness

Regret

 

The void

In the shell

Of my emotions

 

A white canvas

Torn thru

My motivation

 

There are no pieces

There was no break

 

The cold

Burned

Hot as the sun

 

And I am paralyzed

In the actions of anything

To keep my mind

From living

 

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Prism

An island

This island

Not drifting

Existing

In open space

Where the heart

should feel

Where love

should flow

And empathy

is gold

They are hidden away

On this island

In open space

Waiting

As a prism

To hold in the sun’s light

For you

You know I have poems

For all of you

And words for memories

A collection piling in my books

Songs are great expressions

Some have acquired whole bands

 

I don’t love you

But feeling for all

Are read in my words

No tears are left on my pages

No pain released

 

Just a poem

About

For

In spite of you

 

Each to his own I have left

Pages of sorrow and love

But I have nothing to give you

Cause I see nothing from you