~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.
~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.
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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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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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