Have I been forgotten already?
Has my memory begun to fade?
Can you no longer remember
The contours of my face?
The sound of my voice
No longer an echo
No touch of my skin
Left on your fingertips
The beating of my heart
No longer with yours in sync
What torture time is
As I fade to ghost
Simply a shadow of myself
Wandering aimlessly lost
Haunting the canals
Wailing in wake
Eternal pain
Diminished state
No longer remembering
The contours of my face
Category: Sounds
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Hope died when she was 7
She learnt there was no use in trying
Under the water she found herself
There no one could hear her crying
Hope watched the world
She saw it went on well without her
In the background she drifted
While darkness spread around her
There was no joy in waking
There was no joy in sleep
No softness from her mothers hand
No shepherd to protect the sheep
The shadows did engulf her body
Her tiny little self
The space between the light and love
Too high upon that shelf
The pedestal she could never climb
The strength she never had
The expectations far beyond her grasp
An impossible path
Hope died when she was 7
She found life too hard
The busy world with noisy cries
The world filled with pain
The bubbles stopped
Her light came down
And now just her body remains -
There was a girl with bright blue eyes
Who lived behind thick glass
Watching the world from her window
Enjoying the moments that passed
The sun shone in and warmed her core
The rain would never reach her
Protected by this transparent sheet
She was such a gentle creature
Then one day along came a boy
He reached into the glass
He took one look and held her hand
They fell in love quite fast
But the boy lived in the outside world
Not behind this pane
So each day he would return home
Leaving the girl in pain
She would sob for hours clutching her heart
Behind the glass wall that protects her
It silenced both sides very well
So sadly no one could hear her
Each day he’d come step into the glass
Share a warm embrace
Each night he’d leave end with a kiss
Delicately placed on her face
Back through the glass the boy would go
Continue on with his life
Whilst each time he left her fear would grow
Her heart riddled with strife
They started to quarrel the girl and boy
Their moments no longer gentle
Until one day they just had enough
On parting they decided to settle
Sat in her window the girl looked on
Watching the world go by
Back to his life the boy did go
Never hearing her cry -
Get off the roof!
You naughty Little Unicorn!
With your eyes so glittery
And your soft, pink horn
I’ve told you before!
You’re not allowed up there
You’ll take off the tiles
And the children you’ll scare
They’ll think you’re a monster
Banging on the roof
Trying to get them
Smashing with your hoof
I’ve made some cupcakes
Fresh out the oven
If you come down
I’ll let have one
Ok fine! Have them all!
Just please come down safely
I don’t fancy the evening
In magical fantasy A&E -
The rain patters on the window pane
While the dog snores at my feet
My head a little fuzzy from the gin
The whirlwind of yesterday behind me
Have I escaped alive and unscathed?
Do I live to see another day?
A lesson learnt, amendments were made
And in my heart I did the right thing
The rain patters on the window pane
The wind whirls at the trees
As I sit cosy with coffee in hand
I imagine going for a stroll
The wind on my cheeks
The birds in my ears
The mud squelching under my boots
The cold gloving my hands
The water guiding my path
The freedom to go wherever I choose
The rain patters on the window pane
I’ve already been for a walk
I’ll sit here for a moment taking life in
Grateful for this moment, serene within. -
I hear it like a heartbeat
The chug of hope and more
The diesel boat is coming
It’s nearing at my door
Quick! Get out and listen
Have I been misled?
Is it a similar engine
Of a passing boat instead?
Sometimes it is and sigh I do
As I go back inside
And keep my ears peeled in hope
That the coal boat’s not far behind
I hear it like a heartbeat
Coming from afar
Then suddenly it’s at my stern
And gently cruising past
I’ve missed it nooooo
My heart does race
As I run out and bellow
“Can you top me up?”
They turn to face
Reversing in the shallow
Grab the rope
Pull them in
Tie it off
Relief
All topped up
Happy again
Ready to go
Relief
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