Back again,
this old friend,
and foe.
It shadows me,
silent, but present –
it is unmistakeable.
It intimates,
gives no quarter,
and allows no escape.
Everything suspends,
in silence,
that echoes
in my ear forever.
Tag: poetry
For every moment
For every moment
I think I cannot face,
I can.
This ailment
of anticipation
delivers a shadow.
For every day
I think I cannot,
I do.
Contradictions found
where fear lurks
until truth revealed.
For every person
I dare not confront,
I can.
My eyes cannot see
and my thoughts
are no friend.
In every way
I believe I cannot,
I will.
In everything I do
I become,
for nothing to fear
knowing who I am.
A glimpse of you
Looking outside my window,
the world moves
in a chaotic dance
and I thought
I caught a glimpse
of you,
but you’ve always been far away.
And now that you’ve gone
all I have are memories
that turn my days into night
and my dreams into wake.
I lay in bed now,
thinking of you,
and still you move farther away
for me.
Lewis Walddren 