Fight Till Your Last Breath…

Please welcome Syed as my latest Guest Poet!

You can read more of Syed’s work here: https://merejazbaat.com

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

Cheers

fight

If blood is showering out of your veins,
If the lesions & wounds are giving you pain
And even if circumstances are showing your death,
In spite of that, fight till your last breath.

No matter If you are sailing on a tidal ocean,
No matter If conditions prevailing give you tension
And even if there is no time left for you to regret,
In spite of that, fight till your last breath.

What happen if night always comes before the morning,
What happens if every second intensity of darkness is increasing
And even If, darkness is giving brightness a terrible threat,
In spite of that, fight till your last breath.

What happens if you feel yourself alone on this land,
What happens, if your shadow remains your only friend
And even If, you are deprived of love from anybody as yet,
In spite of that, fight till your last breath.

It is blissful, if you come out as victorious in the end,
But if all your efforts & attempts go into the sand
Then you need not to strike your head with a stone,
Because fighting till last breath is a victory on its own.

My Kingdom…

king

~

This is a very dark place…
A place he knows so well…

A place that feels like home…
A space that feels like Hell…

Emotions are hard to articulate…
So he bottles them up inside…

And fights the constant battle…
As tears well up in his eyes…

Always looking for signs of hope…
Some light through those cracks…

But all he sees are the demons…
Who surround and then attack…

Wounding him with vicious words…
Tearing at his tattered, fragile soul…

Always knowing just what to say…
In order to assume full control…

Which makes it hard to function…
Out in the cruel, cold world…

Amid the weight of expectation…
Where a hand of darkness is curled…

Keeping such a very tight grip…
Limiting his thoughts and actions…

Making it hard to breathe some days…
Numbing his senses and reactions…

But those who live around him…
Are unaware of his perpetual war…

Though this fight goes on every day…
They see only what they think they saw…

As the dark and violent struggle…
Is not for their eyes to see…

So he’s perfected the art of deception…
To ensure it remains a mystery…

Spending a lot of time looking…
Like a man who needs no help…

Trying to make it through each day…
Playing the hand that was dealt…

Surviving in a very dark place…
A place he now knows so well…

A place that he calls his home…
And a kingdom that feels like Hell…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “This Is My Kingdom Now” By Justin Currie

Note – Justin Currie has a new CD out in May and will be touring the UK – see below for details:

Justin Currie ‘This Is My Kingdom Now’, Tracklisting:

1. My Name Is God
2. Fallen Trees
3. This Is My Kingdom Now
4. Sydney Harbour Bridge
5. Crybabies
6. Failing To See
7. The Dead Sea
8. Abandoned Sons
9. Hey Polly
10. I Love The Sea
11. I’ll Leave It To You
12. Two People
13. My Soul Is Stolen

Justin Currie & The Pallbearers, UK Tour Dates:

Fri 26 May – Perth Concert Hall
Sun 28 May – Holmfirth Picturedrome
Mon 29 May – Pocklington Arts Centre
Tue 30 May – Wolverhampton Slade Rooms
Wed 31 May – Liverpool Hangar 34
Fri 2 June – Cambridge Junction 1
Sat 3 June -Islington Assembly Hall
Sat 24 June -Northern Roots Festival, Inverness

Darker Days…

Please welcome Matthew as tonight’s Guest Poet!

You can read more of Matthews work here: www.findingwhoweare.com

If you would like to submit a poem, email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

walking

Like an old friend, you find your way back
The rain kisses my face
A scorned lover, an unfortunate foe

My heart skips a beat
I cannot find my breath
Fear overtakes my soul, I’m lost here

The depths of this terror find me
They swallow me as though I were small
Broken, I cave to your oppression

Thunder roars inside of my ears
Screaming as the demons sweep through my mind
I can’t see

They have their way with me
Having left, I sit within my own ashes
I can only wait for them to return

I wallow in my sorrow
I plead for a Saviour
I’ve seen him before, but I cannot feel him now

Darkness pervades my sight
My heartbeat slows, my breathing lessens
In the midst of my death, a light shines

The Fall…

fallen

~

The descent of the man…
Who fell from so very high…

Now lives the life of a stranger…
The direct result of his lies…

A shadow of his former self…
All he knew now lies in tatters…

Barely clinging onto his sanity…
He’s lost everything that matters…

Unable to go back and rectify…
Those damaging past mistakes…

Which cast a long dark shadow…
And make his flawed heart ache…

Reminding him on a daily basis…
Of the decisions that he made…

That when in need of self-control…
His moral compass began to fade…

When the thrill of that chase…
Became a high speed adventure…

In believing he was untouchable…
Higher and higher he did venture…

Lost in moments of sweet seduction…
A feeling of total invincibility…

Ignoring the guidance he was given…
Believing his deeds had invisibility…

Never giving a second thought…
To the consequences of his actions…

Just basking in the searing heat…
Of those late, late night distractions…

Where sinful demons led the way…
While lust danced with his mind…

He drank in every single second…
As his soul became consigned…

But as it all started to unravel…
As cracks quickly  began to appear…

He became backed into a corner…
With nowhere to hide or disappear…

As that sudden guilt realisation…
Overcame him much, much too late…

And everything else that followed…
Was a glass of Karma, mixed with Fate…

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Avalanche” Covered by Nick Cave

Guest Poet Week – Thank You…

A big thank you to all my Guest Poets this week – I hope you enjoyed them

In case you missed them, there is a summary link below to each of the featured poets and poems

If you would like to submit for a Guest Poet slot, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk to be considered
Cheers
J

crying_eye

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/22/guest-poet-1-chasm-of-nothing/

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/23/guest-poet-2-exposed/

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/24/guest-poet-3/

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/25/guest-poet-4-fallen-angel/

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/26/guest-poet-5-baby-the-sky-is-roaring/

A Ghost Drifts In…

Long time friend and supporter of this blog Nathan returns with a heartbreaking poem as tonight’s Guest Poet

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

If you would like to partake in Guest Poet Week during January 2017, please submit your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk before 6th Jan 2017

Cheers
J
balboajuly6

I’m standing at your door
soaked with panic and fear.
I love you so much!
Please be okay!
is all that runs through my
saddening, stifled mind as
I slip my frenzied note
beneath the breath of your door.

I wanted to marry you that week,
infusing a life we wanted
a little bit sooner because
I needed to save you.
I failed.

I failed because our wedding date
is just around the corner…
December 14, 2016, and you died.

I was too desperately late
to hack your email account,
posting a message as you
on your Facebook wall
delivering justifiable cause
for the police to enter your room.

I was too late as I listen
to your last, urgent voicemail
that prays for me to come over now
because you’re taking all your meds
…and all the heroin
you had.

I had no idea the holidays
would sigh with so much pain.
Days pile on with anxious guilt,
with blame becoming like blades
slicing the eloquent edge
of a sorrowed song
into me.

I know your smell because
your perfume and portraits
are sprinkled throughout this home.
This home that should be
ours.

The Wall…

hsj

~

The wall that you built…
Can no longer protect you…

And hiding behind it…
Won’t add any value…

As the voices you hate…
The ones that you fear…

They have found you…
And now stab like spears…

Deep inside your mind…
Seeping into your soul…

Injecting their poison…
Filling that black hole…

The void you created…
In an attempt to outrun…

You thought it‘d ended…
But it’s only just begun…

As they sat and waited…
Quietly biding their time…

Until you were happy…
Starting to finally feel fine…

And the world that you live in…
Is just how you wanted it…

All those jigsaw pieces …
Finally did seem to fit…

This was the moment…
They chose to attack…

Knowing you’re vulnerable…
Dragging you back into black…

They began as a whisper…
Reigniting your paranoia…

Invading your waking hours…
Haunting like a dark destroyer…

Pulling out all the guilt…
Hid deep inside your dreams…

That you locked up in boxes…
Blocking out the screams…

Of those you have hurt…
The times that you lied…

Those late night distractions…
And secrets you tried to hide…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Sinking” by The Cure