Audrey's Meraki

I never dreamt in my wildest  How grievously I would rue  On feelings I confided in Which were dreadfully deceptive  Yet, I held tight onto them  Until I couldn’t sustain my grip Little did I know, My feelings would be ripped! The pain fiercely slaughtered  Every feeling that had grown  My heart vigorously cracked I could feel it in my bones! My lungs deeply ached Screamed and silently wept Because it was the only piece Of my heart, that was left! Broken and bleeding  It stained my soul  I could still breathe, But will never be whole! I was living a beautiful lie, “Maybe I could be loved”  Inspite of the why’s, My mind had never approved The heart shivers now at the very thought of love I feel buried alive, In an abandoned grave! Broken heart and silent tears Of which life is made up perhaps I’m drowned in this pain With an hypnotic collapse! - Audrey. C

Have you ever wondered  Inside your comfort zone, About lives that are surrendered Lost, forgotten and gone? The breath of freedom, On which you survive.  Is a blessing from the martyrs Has gratefulness not yet revived? Whilst you unnecessary whine, On things not working fine. The blood stains on the ground  Still evidently shine! The silent tears strolling  Of mother’s, daughters and wives Pleading for the return  Of dreadfully lost lives! This agonised wait  Of their only beloved  Now encased in the tricolour  Has left only memories engraved! - Audrey. C

I don’t feel the way I used to, The skies are more grey than blue. I can’t see the sun shining Darker clouds have gathered through. This heart feels the emptiness  With thoughts in brutal mess. The sting of anxiety   I still cannot suppress. I don’t feel the way I used to, My peace has gone with you. I crave for belonging These feelings can’t bid adieu. The uneasy loneliness  Is killing me with a steady pace.  Even amongst a bunch of people Only abandonment I do trace. I don’t feel the way I used to, My heart is burning through. Every last piece that’s left, In a rapid fierce spew. - Audrey. C