Detached

I'm detached from the world.
I'm here yet I'm not really.
My body is here all frail and breaking down.
But my mind is in the what could be.
Reality doesn't seem to correspond
and I get another hopeless call.

Another we might have hope
but then they grab it away.
Sadness is left behind
fear that it might never happen.
Broken dreams that can't be mended
Another piece of hope gone.

Detached from the world
unable to function as normal.
Wearing a mask to protect others
tears choking you behind it.
Words that can't be spoken
fears that can't be shared.
A smile hiding a frown
making it easier for them.

Every call taking your strength
leaving you powerless.
Days turning into years
and still you wait.
Detached from the world
but hiding it well.
Going through the motions
living as best you can.

My Star Above

I look up into the stars of night,
to see your face your shining light.
I wonder often which star is you,
and do you look down to find me too.

Thank you my sweet angel of all time,
what you did for me was truly sublime.
You saved my life in so many different ways,
it’s hard to put into words and I hope it conveys.

Sleep tight up in the clouds my lovely,
your heroic star is shinning big and brightly.
Rest peacefully knowing your death wasn’t in vein,
as I can move and start to live my life again.

Every fibre of my being aches
every extention every limb.
Each shallow breath brings a silent scream
careful not to come forth from within.

Explosions in my head are on going
my face is tight and stiff.
The blueness of my fingernails
is a tell tale sign I'm a drift.

still to be finished.

Sometimes my world becomes static
and my feet are stuck to the ground
No movement
No choice
No purpose
No Drive

Yet the world around me keeps moving
and people live out their lifes
Some happy
Some sad
Some rich
Some poor

How can this world keep spinning
but stop only for me.
Did I do something wrong?
Was I not good?
Have I hurt someone?
Am I being punished?

Only god knows the answers to these questions
only he can help me to move
I'll wait patiently static and in limbo
I'll watch my loved ones walk by
Life should be on it's way to me
there's no way I'm going to die.

The Forgotten

This poem is in the early early stages.

Isolated and alone
in a stuffy small room.
The forgotten sit waiting
with that feeling of doom.

No friends come visiting
or text to say hi.
The forgotten sit crying
wondering why.

Friends used to come knocking
with goodies galore.
But the forgotten got sicker
and they don't call anymore.

What's left are the special ones
the true and the good.
The forgottens support system
taking them whatever the mood.

We can't help but wonder
what would have been.
If the forgotten hadn't got weaker
would they have been more keen.

So alone in a room
the forgotten lie.
Whiling away the hours
until they die.

Alone

*edited but not complete*

Alone I walk through life
no hand to hold in mine
No fingers intertwining
no hugs that are sublime.

Where is my handsome stranger
the hero of my dreams.
The dragon fighting guitarist
my indie loving geek.

With that thick dark hair and unshaven face
that frame his piercing eyes
One look and your lost forever
(one more line needed here)

When will he come find me
whisk me off my feet
Take me to another life
far far away from here.

Have I already met him
did I let him slip away?
Was he my man of yesterday
who's not around today.

This one isn't fnished it's just the bare bones. I'll update when I figure out the rest of it :)

The War

Together we march into battle
we're ready for the fight.
Born into a world of evil
our spirits keep us tight.

The enemy is unseen to us
slowly breaking us down
Invading all our bodies
slowly running us into the ground.

Sometimes evil wins a battle
and we loose one of our own
Gone but not forgotten
their legacy lives on.

Us champions will win the war
we'll send it home to roast.
It can choke on it's own vomit
and live life without a host.

This may not set us free today
but it will for those who come next.
This war is for the chosen ones
to let them have a rest (?)