Tuesday, 12 March 2013

Starving Artists (2012) - a poem

My fingers shake, so I curl them into fists,

But I have no strength now to fight.

My head is pounding like a battle drum,

As I close my eyes against the light.

To distract myself I compose lists,

And sort boxes of faded memories,

But my stomach churns, my body numb,

This will not pass with ease.


Crippled slowly, I come to understand,

It is my heart that starves me so.

Bottling away what I cannot control,

It leaves me feeling weak and low.

I am strong, so I should demand,

That my mind and body are free,

I must bargain for my parole,

The right to be, once again, me.


Food. Sleep. Peace. Tranquillity.

I long for things now so far out of reach.

And truth. You elude me too, my friend,

And all the lessons you would teach.

I am now ravenous for a chance to be,

Secure and safe without this fear,

But hunger, my will you easily bend,

And all I do is cry another tear.


Truth (2012) - a poem

I ask for no gestures of grandeur,

Nor declarations of love undying.

I want no proof of your heart’s desire,

Only that you stop the lying.


I need no gifts of silver or gold,

Nor bouquets of many hues.

I only ask that you speak truly,

And my trust you do not abuse.


I desire no letters of lover’s words,

Nor to hear your voice each day.

I only wish those soft tones of yours,

Are true in what they say.


I do not care if you have flaws unseen,

Or a complicated past.

I only pray you are true to me,

So this romance can last.