Machine

The machine gears grind

mind on fire. Sparks scatter

clatter as thoughts race

brace for impact

actor or a robot

not a cloned part

art is my only outlet

forget to eat

beat myself with lack of sleep

reaper creeps in through the dark

parks himself in my favourite seat

feet up on a table. Says we need to speak

I have no time. I reply

lie? I have time to cry

why would he be sat here

fear? trickles like sweat on skin

grins bony and grim the room spins

swims around like an ocean. deep

sweeps me out into the cool night air

where is the path heading?

shedding tears as scared as I've ever been

'Old friend' His voice booms

blooming flowers hide from the doom filled sound

pounding thoughts race through my head

dead? dread is this the end or am I asleep in bed

unsaid words fill my ears

teary eyes red, said I am spared

cared for by hearts pure

assured of my life. he forewarned

storms are coming. But you will walk free

me I'll be lurking in the shadows

One more warning. Take it easy

seas are choppy so don’t capsize

prize the moments that you have

laugh, joke and smile give yourself a break

shake the feelings of not being enough

snuff out the worry that you don’t matter

scatter ashes of self-doubt

shout let your words spread out

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.

 

Stationary

Feeling lost

did I leave my mind on the seat?

of a bus station in the distant summer heat

alongside a discarded heart

that no longer beats

the scent of a rose

that floated free

Dull the sounds out

they are shouting

I can’t stand the distant rumble

the voices in my head are never silent

make wobbly Legs crumble

I'm struggling. As the buses leave

I sit here on this cold lonely seat

thoughts just dead-end strands

I roll the dice see where my piece lands

 I need to break this cycle

this circle surrounding.

I feel like I'm drowning

the nagging doubts colliding

the icy cold hall

the chill winds touch

I need a hand, is that asking too much?

I'm falling

catch me please

my heart is stalling

Feel locked out of my mind

like my own thoughts are pointing

at my flaws, I bang on the doors to let me In

but then I also feel locked up

like I’m in a cell

chained, bound and gagged

it feels like hell

I try to break the walls, but I feel too weak

could someone help me please

I need to speak

Feel alone

In a sea of faces

yet mine Is blurred out

the edges faded

smile

I'd try

but that makes my tears cry

so, I'll sit here waiting patient

on this seat at the station

with a blank look

just me, a battered heart

and my trusty notebook

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love

Kyle.

In the shadows

First came the dreams

slowly they crept

into the subconscious minds

as an evil wind swept

filling the night with screams

Gloomy air filled

with gases that caused ills

hallucination.

visions, fabrication

disturbing the minds

of a tired nation

The dreams were vivid, Bright at first,

giving hope but soon they turned

The demons infested

like swarm of bees unnested

Rage flowed the lands

from sands to sands

ends time strands

the night watchman stands

in the shadows
watching the city below

The wolf cries to the moon

his dreams Infected too

the howls could wake the dead

pain, fear and dread

the watchman bows his head

vows to fight

to save the wonder of the night

Tis time to rise

the sun has gone out

the fight of our lives

the watcher sighs

his words spoken with doubt

The city of dead-end lights

now a dull dark sight

filled with shadows and blight

the lands of green, the waters blue

turning to blood red. As the floods wash through

the watchman knows what he needs to do

Taking to the alleys and streets

he pounds the pavements as the moon weeps

sun sleeps

the day kept out of reach

as the beasts leap at his feet

ready to unleash

a fierce attack

the wolf watches from his place - away from the pack

The Watchman dodges, dives and diverts

against fear, misery and hurt

left to stain the land of dirt

he struggles and strains

as the knockbacks rain

fights alone

to bring peace to those in pain

The fight never ends, this battle can’t be won

but the tide can turn, bring back the sun

no one can know of the watchman’s test

the struggles he must face to give us some rest

in the dead of night - he stopped the nightmares that infest

people wake refreshed

his quest for the night a success

and so, he sleeps.

until the night terrors return

his work complete

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle