Tag Archive | disappointment

36. Snow


Like the white snow that fell from the sky,
Your love, once pure, was all I could see.

Like the cold wind that lashed mercilessly at me,
Your lies, so painful, showed your disloyalty.

Betrayal came only from the one I truly loved,
Betrayal came from the one I so ardently believed.

Betrayal came from the familiar,
the trusted
the broken
the hurt,
over and over again.

Betrayal lead to the bleeding of my heart,
a hard lesson for my saddened mind,
Betrayal shook me, tore me apart,
and became part of my human experience.

©Brindology & Iris Akbar 2016
©Original image by Iris Akbar

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28. Eggshells

are you walking on broken eggshells,
letting them shatter further beneath your feet?
do the days seem numbered to you, too?
when did you stop caring about everyone around you?
when did you stop wondering if you could ever fit in?

perhaps the days don’t take that long anymore to turn into night.

i used to think what i said mattered.
i used to think i mattered.

there is a cloudless sky outside,
but i choose to keep my window closed.
i know the air is still because nothing is moving inside.

do you know who lived within those walls?
the armour is now gone, crushed beneath your feet.
the mask has fallen, never to be lifted again once more.

©Brindology 2016

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23. Stay

i would stay
if you could change

i would stay
if you could keep your word

i would stay
if you didn’t let us drown

i would stay
if you could remember
i don’t deserve to be hurt

i would stay
if you didn’t stray

i would stay
if you could hold my hand

i would stay
if i could

©Brindology 2016

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18.Listening to the sound of the rain

You probably know what I’m going to say.
You probably know what needs to be said.
Can you hear the words I hold in my heart?

Would it hurt you to know that I could forget you one day?

I’ve closed the window,
the rain is beating hard against the glass.
The howling wind is locked out,
the pelting rain is far away from me.

But
I
hear
the
raindrops
long after the sun has come up.

©Brindology 2016

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8. 2004 Revisited

This madness crawls inside my head,
this ugliness leaves my words unsaid,
this emptiness makes me cling in dread
to the shadows of the living dead.
It has left me bereft
and afraid
to move,
to speak,
to stand up and be seen,
to rise above myself and walk,
to happily live my dream.

Would I be happier if words were silent?
Would I be saner if hurt had no voice?
Would the world be silent if I made no sound?
Would the world be voiceless if I made the choice to sacrifice my art,
to stop my words from spilling out of my barren soul onto this guiltless paper?

©Brindology 2016

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