#Empty

In the shallow depths of my soul, darkness falls

Like roots of a tree, I search deep for nourishment

A feeling of being abandoned, like a child on a doorstep

My inner-self has a deficiency

Don't tell the living my feeling
A feeling of being used and discarded, like tissue on a sad day

The need for someone in my life

It feels like a fight I can't win

Hurts to let nothing near

In pain reality is embraced 

Black is my soul, hollow is my heart, cold are my fingertips 

Visions of you are always with me, enveloping me, surrounding me, suffocating me, making me blind from life, as I once knew it

Telly Morris

Friday, January 24, 2014 at 00:16HRS

Tell me why

We are but transient souls in this existence

Throwing away that which was given as a blessing 

That which is not made of stone

Our tears reminding us we have lost our way

Yet we struggle to keep from dying when all is lost

Opting for complexity when love should be simple

The heart doesn’t endure that which makes it sad

Warning signals we ignore as we pray diligently

For that which has no cure

We shape our lives on the tangible things of today

Letting go of adventures which bring so much bliss

Shaping what is our doom to obtain society’s nod of approval

Life should be a dance of happy feet and unending smiles

A rhythm of two kindred spirits soaring above the mundane

Not of plans to fulfil what is expected from us or by us

Telly Morris

Saturday, January 18, 2014 at 22:26HRS