~Alone~
("Alone" is the first poem I wrote and
dear to my heart) Darkness envelopes the day
leaving me alone
inside my thoughts,
trapped to face the horror
and the emptiness
of myself.
Finding no one to blame
for the injustice
and the years that haunt me,
forced to face the consequences,
of my mistakes,
I weigh.
There is no escape,
as the truth reveals
the miscue of my existence,
within my thoughts,
darkness fades into light,
leaving
me behind
...alone. ~Unforgiven~ Where light once shined,
bestowed by your essence,
empty is
my soul
darkened by your absence.
Pain that you inflicted,
left torturing me forever,
will eternally remain
becoming my affliction.
You are gone,
but will always be,
unforgiven. ~Eternal Despair~ Burrowed lines,
deeply etched upon
the face of despair,
illuminated by a flicker in the darkness
of past injustices,
exposes all desolation,
and hopelessness
within an empty heart,
tormented by the
eonian emptiness
now past, so unfulfilled,
reflects in the mirror
of the saddened soul,
lost to fate's
control.
Knowing what never can be,
finding no retribution,
no solace to free,
with only hope remaining
for the tears of agony
and sorrow,
be the unrelenting salvation,
for complete blindness to the pain,
extinguishing
the light
to an eternal life,
suffering
... in the face of despair.
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~Fantasy~ My world as I knew it,
lay fallen and shattered
among the isolation
that you selfishly inflicted.
And with the illusion,
that was once my reality,
my world as I knew it,
vanished into the air. Like a breeze that blew by,
scattering the pieces,
leaving
memories of you,
and the smell of your essence. Every
waking moment
is spent in despair,
from a world of fantasy,
that we once shared. My world as I know now,
is not of yours,
forever cursed and darkened,
by the
presence of your shadow. Every sleeping moment,
that
is kindly granted,
haunts me with promises
of your face, forever etched. Now emptiness remains,
and a lonely path to journey,
outside the realm of peace,
hollow of your love The shell of its making
that was left behind,
is a place of
mere existence
in a world I know now... ~Lonely Road~ The
road of faith we shared
of an unknown journey,
is left to change
without subtle warning.
The path we once
walked,
was one of sharing
the journey together,
freely accepted, unconditionally.
Make some sense of
the faith that was betrayed,
for the path that lies ahead,
is a valley of hope lost.
A lonely passage followed,
to a place now obscure,
leads me quietly,
onto a lonesome road
of faith now lost
...to be forever unknown. ~And I Dance~ Your words were music
to my
ears,
full of sweet melodies,
composing my life,
and I danced ... The rhythm,
swaying and seductive,
enticed me to listen
to your every tune
and feel alive ... Your song of rapturous beats,
bestowed inviting passion,
resounding
within my soul,
full of melodies
I needed to hear ... Your music became louder,
lyrics, unbearable to my ears,
the beat more violent,
with rhythm, wildly
frantic,
and, I stopped dancing ... Now, I listen
to a different song
of new meaning and melody,
of my own composure,
and I dance ... ...again ...
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~Control~ Sorrowful futileness of power and control,
endeavored feverishly in vain,
wrapped and disguised in purpose,
struggles for victorious conquest
over accusative affliction
born of a feeble mind within.
Lacking subtle
boundaries
of reflective accretion,
rampantly despondent doubt,
overwhelms the essence of the soul.
With
wicked assay of self-indulgence,
hidden inside as empowerment,
it can not banter the meaningful madman,
who
foolishly searches for a gain
of power and control... ~I Struggle For My Own~ No longer a part
of someone else's dream,
I struggle for my own.
Envisioned, and once shared,
now lay severed of completion,
as I am left alone,
inside my shattered thoughts.
Not finding revelation,
for it is all so unknown,
divided, I am now discovered,
left apart of the unity and revelation
once shared,
a time of past.
...I struggle for my own. ~Beautiful Rose...Painful Thorn~ Remembering a time
long ago past,
on Valentine's Day,
filled with
the sweetest
scent
of roses,
floating gently
in the air.
When red was
our theme,
as was love
within our hearts,
biding a satiated
blissfulness,
you gave a single,
red rose as a gift,
an expression of love,
a
token of affection,
hidden within
its center's essence,
lay a diamond ring,
sparkling its beauty,
of the love presented.
Then, soon became
a painful thorn,
of a long ago
bitter memory,
of a time
past.
With Love by Christy L. Surginer (written by my daughter) Breath
inhales as once before Dreams of life and gifts of more Love born so deep with eyes of blind So begins one of a kind Take my thoughts they lead the way Hear my words what I must say Your
turn to see as if at night Time to go you mustn't
fight Know yourself and never lie Lessons learned but
still you try We live our lives one place in mind Show me now what did you find Questions asked though I am gone Look inside a brand new dawn Have love and faith
the answers come Life is lived with love my son Copyright 2005 Christy
L. Surginer
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