| Poetry Pages Continued |
| One Last Mile |
| And as I walked one more mile I cried again Not for all I've lost but for what was left to gain And I prayed on that one last mile that God would And as I walked one more mile I cried again Not for all I've lost but for what was left to gain And I prayed on that one last mile that God would forgive me of my countless sins and atrocities That he'd hear my prayer as my voice howled violently against the wind Oh as I walked yet one more mile how I stumbled on the meadow fair I tripped and tripped again over the marshy grass and crumbled stone As I walked yet one more mile I could feel the blood pump through my veins like white lightning I could feel the icey wind grab and tug my hair As I walked yet one more mile the grave stones spoke to me their forgotten pasts saddened my brow I shook inside me as I felt their thoughts and secret pains And I walked one last mile One last mile till I'd be at my father's doorstep One last mile till my burdens would be lightened Oh yes one last mile till my agony would end And I walked one last mile.forgive me of my countless sins and atrocities That he'd hear my prayer as my voice howled violently against the wind Oh as I walked yet one more mile how I stumbled on the meadow fair I tripped and tripped again over the marshy grass and crumbled stone As I walked yet one more mile I could feel the blood pump through my veins like white lightning I could feel the icey wind grab and tug my hair As I walked yet one more mile the grave stones spoke to me their forgotten pasts saddened my brow I shook inside me as I felt their thoughts and secret pains And I walked one last mile One last mile till I'd be at my father's doorstep One last mile till my burdens would be lightened Oh yes one last mile till my agony would end And I walked one last mile. |
| by Melissa Jean Charowsky |
| Contradiction |
| by Melissa Jean Charowsky |
| I am nothing I am everything I exist Yet I do not I am here Yet I'm not there I know nothing I know everything You are me I am you Do I know you No I don't Why all these questions? Yes why question at all. I am outside Yet I'm inside Turning on an endless spiral Yet stopping, stopping was my survival Who are we anyway Who will we become Who do we answer to It is all and the none. |
| ***Eyes*** |
| by Melissa Jean Charowsky |
| I died a thousand times when I drank the vision of your eyes they shown like opulent gems and my dim reflection skewed They reached me haunted me shook my soul the way you gaze upon me makes me shiver nay quiver in want and need yet though your eyes touch me in a million ways I can't touch you I watch from the distance drinking in their shiney sparks of light falling each day for the reflection I see yet you don't notice me So I sit like a statue watching eyes that shake my inner core. I died in place an alabaster body of stone never moving ever watching eyes that haunt me and hold me in their wake... |
| I focus in and outside of my sphere The pain still grows it harbours fear delving deep and deeper still its calculating climax invokes a chill It's claws grab and do partake stabbing me forever with their stake 5 thousands nails do doth drive their destination does arrive twisting harkening deep within my soul I have no answers I am not whole Do you take me for who I am or above all am i just a sham Their colbalt eyes and incestuous harpoons their falty marks and vacation lampoons they tear they cut they thrash so deep if i live I must never ever sleep.... |
| by Melissa Jean Charowsky |
| DRIFTING |
| I try to remember those times of yester year though often times I forget Tads and tid bits of the past and winnings I have yet to bet I watch the sun rise and fall in the summer sky And as it sets I know one day people must and will die Their embers die like lights flickering off before me as their flames are consumed It's one of those things you know in life we live we die and it's all resumed So as the sand drifts I count I count those days that pass by And so I sit and I wonder simply one word Why? |
| by Melissa Jean Charowsky |
| Why? |
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