Cries Of Life Pt 1 Poem by Vanessa Kingsley

Cries Of Life Pt 1



Cries of Life Pt 1


Teardrops shimmer in the sunlight.
Fiery blue and hot.
My heart aches from the fight.
Pained, tortured, at the very thought.

A sky above is orange and pink.
Swirling with opaque clouds.
I try hard not to think.
Because the thought of you is a dark shroud.

Raindrops fall, slowly at first.
Cold, random, and soothing.
Eyes, red and sore, longing for a thirst of love I can not ignore.

Trees of emerald green and withered grass sway.
A breeze cold as ice whips around me.
Secrets and lies of the coming day battering down on me forever.
Never able to flee them fully. Completely.

Leaves of black and white. Yellow and gold.
People of hate and love. Sarcasm and confusion.
A world I do not understand. A world that still unfolds.

Hardening is my heart that always seemed open and hurt with fresh wounds.
Closed is the pathway of love which I allowed myself to feel.
In vain my tears go unheard for miles. Though you stand beside me and take no notice.
Away my mind. My soul. My everything, leaves this world behind for something new.
Something different.

Emotions forgotten. Sentences misinterpreted. A love that was so real it was fake.
Mind and thoughts in turmoil.
Life is worth living. Life is worth dying. Life is worth everything and nothing.
Burdens hanging over you; unfurling around you’re, our, heads.

Spinning and colliding with a force unknown. A force that’s powerful.
Twisting and turning in this oh so familiar kaleidoscope.
Screaming and weeping. Caring and teaching. Holding and hurting. Loving and hating.
Head banging. Noises clanging.

Gun shots. Knife slashes. Car screeches. Siren screams. Exploding feelings. Lives lost.
Loss for words. Words unspoken. A lifetime of regret. A second of everything
Full moon rises. Then disappears. Stars that glitter than fade and die.
Blood crimson red turns to dark purple. Roses fairer than God wither and die.

Ignored
Unloved. Confused. Hurt. Sad. Angry. Peaceful. Too many to count. Too many to care.

*To those of you who I've lost, those of you who have lost, and just...everyone. R.I.P (love you and miss you)

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Vanessa Kingsley

Vanessa Kingsley

Colorado Springs, Colorado
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