Struggle Under The Weight…

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Surrounded by love…
As he sits in his chair…

Feels their warmth of affection…
Yet there’s a chill in the air…

One only he can feel…
A guilt laced iced dart…

Piercing through his defences…
And straight into his heart…

Keeping him grounded…
Reminding of dark times…

That the mask that he wears…
Still hides his old crimes…

And he knows the veneer…
Is so fragile, so very thin…

It could shatter anytime…
And his demons will win…

Leave him pleading for mercy…
So open and exposed…

And afraid of their judgement…
For sins committed in shadows…

His secret dark double life…
The snake tattooed on his back…

A permanent inked reminder…
Of a time etched in black…

Where his actions and deeds…
Sit like a crown of thorns…

Wrapping his heart in chains…
Tainted by the devil’s horns…

Always clouding his vision…
Always feeling their presence…

He knows this is never ending…
It will be a life sentence…

And as he quietly sits there…
Feeling such a fucking fraud…

Locked in his mental prison…
His soul damned and flawed…

Watching their smiling faces…
Filled with love and with trust…

His guilt gains extra burden…
Under the weight, he is crushed…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Truth is a Beautiful Thing” By London Grammar

White Lies…

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Carrying the secret…
Deep down inside…

Trying to keep hidden…
The reason she lied…

Straight to his face…
Looking deep into his eyes…

And without hesitation…
Every word was a lie…

That tried to cover up…
What she had done…

Not prepared to admit…
The dark sinful fun…

That lingers inside…
And preys on her mind…

The sex filled encounter…
Which helped her unwind…

And forget all about…
Her world of stress…

As she kissed his mouth…
And slipped off her dress…

Allowing him access…
To all that she had…

And up against the wall…
She knew it was mad…

But inside she knows…
That this was insane…

Yet she has to carry on…
Living with the shame…

Tormented by flashbacks…
That distort real life…

As she plays the part…
Of the dutiful wife…

To the one she loves…
With no intention to leave…

But his cold, distant touch…
Drove her to deceive…

And leave her looking…
For the next chance…

To find another escape…
And another lustful dance…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Whilte Lies” By Paolo Nutini

Shooting Stars…

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We are here today…
But gone too soon…

Just shooting stars…
Not like the Moon…

That hangs around…
In time and space…

Never ever revealing…
It’s darkened face…

Remaining forever…        
Within our view…

Unlike the passing…
Of those we hold true…

The ones we love…
Become faces we lose…

The best get taken…
We don’t get to choose…

Who stays or who goes…
Into heavens domain…

From the dawn of time…
It has been the same…

As the departed travel…
Into unknown lands…

Leaving behind them…
Our grieving hands…

Reaching upwards…
Towards the night sky…

Forever asking…
“Why Gods, Why”…

But no one answers…
And the silence deafens…

Our turn gets closer…
Our mortality threatened…

Because in many ways…
We just live to die…

We can’t stop it…
Or even begin to try…

As we’re here today…
But will be gone too soon…

Just shooting stars…
Not like the Moon…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “People Are Like Suns” By Crowded House

Riding Into Abbeville…

Please welcome Glenn as tonight’s Guest Poet

You can read more of Glenn’s work here:https://glenndhorne.com/

If you want to submit a poem, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.
There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.

The townsfolk gathered round about
To see why he was roaring
In pain. He slid from off his mount
And fell beneath an awning.

There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.
There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.

The doctor noted he was sick,
So sick he wasn’t stirring:
‘I don’t know what is wrong with him,
So sick he isn’t stirring.’

The horseman grabbed the doctor’s vest
And whispered in his auras:
‘The plague, my dear doctor.’ He drew a breath;
He died that very morning.

Copyright Glenn D. Horne, Previously published in FreeXpresSion September, 2015

 

Heidelberg…

Please welcome back Nathan as today’s Guest Poet

You can read more of Nathan’s work https://randompoemswithnohome.wordpress.com

If you want to submit a poem, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

There’s no everlasting love
when life is never lasting.
I miss you, Jean.
I miss you in that way
that the embers of dreams
try to rekindle themselves
when you wake up from something
so precious and everlasting.
When I wake up you’re not here
and my heart feels void of time.
I miss you, Jean.
I miss you in that way that
dust settles and portraits of
landscapes seem to possess
dreams and futures that have
nowhere to run and escape.
I miss you, Jean.
I miss you and I love you
in that way that faith has a way
of carrying a dance forever and on.

The Truth…

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He’s not the man you thought he was…
You can see it deep in his eyes

That mask he’s worn every day…
Was a thin and fragile disguise

Constructed of smoke and mirrors…
It relied upon casual distraction

Keeping you from seeing the truth…
Kept you away from the real action

As he struck a deal with the Devil
Upon turning the age of Thirty Three…

And in exchange for sinful pleasures
He handed over his soul so willingly

But you would never have known it…
As he kept it all so well hidden

And from the outside looking in
You’d never see all that’s forbidden…

Nor the sweet fruit that he’d tasted
Or the lives that he had destroyed…

Whilst he took just what he wanted
Breaking hearts like childrens toys

But now he drowns in the darkness
Long gone are those days of light

His vision is now clouded by sadness…
Regret replaces those once lustful nights

As the sands of time are running out
And he is counting down the days

All that remains are the flashbacks
Vivid memories trap him in a maze

Whilst he faces up to the grim reality
That his time on Earth is now short

He could not escape this forever…
Immortality could never be bought…

And that fear of what is coming…
The Hell that will be his prison

Fills his cold heart with a panic
As he knows he can’t be forgiven

There’s nothing more he can do
The damage has already been done…

And the next chapter that he faces…
Will be full of Fire and Brimstone…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “It Seemed The Better Way” By Leonard Cohen

Unchained…

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It’s time for you to leave now…
Time that you were set free…

He’s unlocked you from the chains…
That caused you such misery…

So it’s time to turn your back…
And try to forget everything…

Take this chance to walk away…
Extract his venomous sting…

It’s time for you to move on…
Embrace the lessons learnt…

Avoiding this, the next time round…
So your fingers won’t get burnt…

Go and find somebody new…
Erase him from your life…

Find someone who deserves you…
Who won’t cut you with his knife…

As it’s time to stop the bleeding…
Try let the deep wounds heal…

Allow time for them to scar over…
Whilst remembering the deal…

One that was made between you…
One that got you into this mess…

From being so open and so honest…
It became a tortured game of chess…

Yet it’s time now to be truthful…
This wasn’t a table set for one…

There are three sides to the story…
Two desperate souls having fun…

But things never work out well…
When emotions get intertwined…

Those words spat out in anger…
Can’t get taken back in rewind…

So it’s time to stop the hating…
And pointing fingers at the others…

Things didn’t go as you’d hoped…
You can only blame one another…

Now it’s time for you to leave…
You really are free to go…

He no longer holds those chains…
But he’ll reap what he has sown…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Eternity” By Robbie Williams