author, Writing

Haunted Dreams: A Poem

Whispers echo through my mind
breaking down a shattered wall
I built it once to save myself
a promise I would never fall.

Little words can mean so much
and tear out a person’s heart
‘I love you’ means the greatest thing
until the meaning comes apart.

Through my twisted thoughts
not a single truth passes
and every moment moving faster
as the life before me crashes.

My heart aches more with every beat
blood flowing thick and strong
my cries search out in darkness
like an untold heartbreak song.

You took all that remained of me
shattered heart and darkened soul
I believed the words you said to me
my pain now burdened as the toll.

If I could savour one last wish
to cleanse myself of what may seem
my only choice flow’s crimson red
and leads me into haunted dreams.

author, holidays, Writing

Christmas: A Poem

Mistletoe is hanging from the ceiling,
A wreath is covering the door.
Everything is red, green and gold,
There are Christmas decorations galore.

The Christmas tree sits in the corner,
With many presents on the floor.
Just waiting for that winter morning,
When the children cease to snore.

That cold, winter’s morning,
The children will be keen.
They will dash down the stairs,
To discover that Santa has been.

The yells and cries of excitement,
Will echo through the space.
As they rip open the wrapping paper,
As if it is a race.

The parents will love watching,
Although tired from Christmas Eve.
For they know it won’t be long,
Until their children no longer believe.