Displaced

No longer believe in love at first sight
Because I’m blind to the sights.

Soul tattered,
Heart calloused
By the onslaught…the onslaught of hollow emotions.
I’m broken…broken by un-kept promises.
I’m torn…torn from never getting more.
So I mourn the loss of joy,
Mourn the death of happiness.
Love only exists in fantasy.

So I’m shutting the door to fantasy’s hallucinations.
No longer falling victim to its bait.
Will no longer be an addict of the unreal.
Hurt so much, I no longer feel.
Trapped in a darkened place.
A refugee of love’s horrific hurricane…
I’m displaced.
Let my soul rest and meditate.

Stopped thinking this love thing is real.
Can’t continue to carry its infection,
Making my heart cold.
I need the pill…give me the antidote
To soothe the pain.
The agony can’t continue to reign.
I’m weak, tired of waiting.
So I’ll rest, heal, and meditate.

The Door

Sweat falling.
Knuckles bloody.
Shoulders sore.
Breathing heavily.
Eyes reddening.
Voice hoarse.

Can’t open the Door.
Knocked endlessly
But no response.
Pushed mightily,
But it wouldn’t budge.
Rammed into the Door countless times,
Only leaving it dented.
Screamed to the top of my lungs,
Begging for someone to answer…
No one came.



Drop..drop
The tears hit the floor.
Missed her before she closed the Door.
Told her to leave.
But it was my breath leaving.
Was love ever in existence?
Were we just pretending?
Don’t know what to do.
Embedded in the residue.
Too scared to face the truth.
Dialed 911.
Put out an Amber Alert.
Love has been kidnapped.
Taken in night’s silence.

Set out to find her.
Wanted to find the truth,
The source of the matter.
Is it me or something else?
The former or the latter?
How can we bridge the gap?

Was told it was the latter.
So here I stand bruised and battered.
Tried to open the Door but never had the key.
Tried to breakthrough, but it was never about me.
Fought a battle I could never win.
The only victory is if she heals within.
What I thought I knew remains no more,
For it was abolished by the unopened Door.