Guilty…

It was the story of her life…
Stolen moments and memories…

All those choices she made…
Became secret documentaries…

Where only her eyes filmed it…
And only her heart knew the truth…

Of a once pure soul tainted…
Unrecognisable from her youth…

A time where balance existed…
Right and wrong was clear…

Until the voices started to whisper…
And the blurring began to appear…

Out of sight, out of mind…
What they don’t know won’t hurt…

But as the gravity grew stronger…
The dark pull left her inert…

She was unable to think straight…
She was unable to walk away…

Lust was like a drug addiction…
She was held under its sway…

The excitement of deception…
And the ease of execution…

Left a taste without exception…
There was no substitution…

Tracks always covered up…
No clues for the detection…

Thrill seeking in the moment…
No care for self-reflection…

But judgement is upon her…
They’re speaking in fork tongues…

Her punishment is awaiting…
She hears those distant drums…

And she knows the crimes committed…
Year after guilt ridden year…

Will forge the chains that bind her…
So she walks toward the light in fear…

She knows that everybody cheats…
She knew that everybody lies…

But she didn’t expect this feeling…
And it’s too late to apologise…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Guilty” By Paloma Faith

 

Struggle Under The Weight…

~

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…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

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

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…

~

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…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

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

Unchained…

~

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…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Eternity” By Robbie Williams

Smokescreen…

~

Each day they’re saying something…
Never aiming to catch your attention…

Hoping you are distracted enough…
Not to seek out any intervention…

Uttering words without meaning…
And telling little white untruths…

Preaching to the ignorant masses…
From the elderly to the numbed youth…

But do you really hear them…
Do you understand their words…

Read in-between the constructed lines…
Or care what motivates their world…

A world where everybody cheats…
A world where everybody lies…

They wrap up all of the dysfunction…
Hide secrets deep behind their eyes…

Always standing in the shadows…
Sending messages to your ears…

Projecting from a cold dark place…
And preying on all your worst fears…

Telling you what they want you to hear…
Always force feeding you their version…

As you swallow with a pinch of salt…
They’re looking for the next diversion…

But they’ve failed to communicate…
To each and every single one…

And they seem to underestimate…
The damage that’s being done…

As they are ripping things apart…
And clawing at our very souls…

They are stabbing us in the heart…
Thinking they’ll never lose control…

But you must now begin to see it…
Rise up and set yourself free…

As it will come as no surprise…
That you’ll need to fight for liberty…

Fight to preserve your rights…
Ignore the propaganda machine…

Don’t take their words at face value…
See through their dense smokescreen…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Secret Messages” By ELO

Second Prize…

girlls

~

He never was yours…
Despite anything he said…

His lies filled the silence…
Just fucking with your head…

He sucked on your soul…
Like a vampire sucking blood…

He drained your emotions…
Whilst feasting on the flood…

Because the boy had a heart…
Which loved two things…

The twisted demon’s darkness…
And the angel’s white wings…

You were caught in between…
The push and the pull…

Forwards then backwards…
Till your poor head was full…

And it left you spinning…
Around and around…

Never quite knowing…
Feet never on firm ground…

One moment you felt special…
The next you felt used…

An emotional roller-coaster…
That was designed to confuse…

As he chased your distraction…
And the excitement it brings…

Which made him feel alive…
Made his distorted soul sing…

He craved sinful electricity…
And your safety never compared…

But he needed both to live…
That’s why he wasn’t prepared…

To commit to you completely…
And live just half a life…

He took the best of both worlds…
Danced on the edge of the knife…

Never really telling the truth…
Never caring that you cried…

And though you never gave up hope…
You would always be second prize…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Two out of Three Ain’t Bad” By Meatloaf