Tag: unhappiness

Close that door

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Close that door on your anger

Still contending and defending who is to blame

Re-living all the hurt and your dark secret shame

Until it becomes a lethal toxin to your existence

Organ pipes tuned so loud, you lose all resistance

Close that door on your resentment

The festering sore that never seems to truly heal

Opening new wounds in old scabs that you peel

That thick bile that keeps congesting your chest

Until Misery’s eggs are warmly laid in your nest

Close that door on being the victim

Emotionally scarred and taken for granted

A washtub, a door mat – in your mind implanted

Time for a new way of looking at what life brings

Perhaps a different pest control to fend off the stings

Close that door on your deception

It’s nothing strange, we all hide behind our masks

Ready to please and tease the world in all that it asks

But when the sun peaks inside, someone pays the price

Of souls torn apart in a cold, steely, shredding-device

Close that door on your unhappiness

The world is filled with a myriad of magical things

Time’s too short to not breathe in all that nature brings

So many smiles lie wasted behind curtains of tears

I’ll drink a toast to you and hope you’ll say Cheers!

Close that door so that new ones may open

Here’s to you for all dreams you have been hoping!

When love chills

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

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Out for a late lunch and so were they,

a perfect family in a corner, facing the bay.

But the imperfections showed in their eyes.

Hers had long lost their sparkle; living lies.

 

It’s not the first time that I’ve perceived

that faraway look. Can it be retrieved,

the love that surely resided in their hearts

before vows crumbled into isolated parts?

 

Her eyes held weariness and sorrow captive

in an aging face that was once very attractive.

He nursed his beer, doubtless about its taste,

a scowl crossed his face, somberness-laced.

 

Had they quarreled or was this just a sign

of a love that had long lost its gleaming shine?

It’s not the first time I’ve seen such desolation

dining out together with very little conversation.

 

I wonder what happens to marriages like this

when couples feel empty, forgotten their first kiss.

Going through the routines like a clock in machine

even with the blessing of children in between.

 

As they stand up to leave and pay their bill

I toast to us and take another Sangria refill.

An unsettling sandstorm rolls across the shore

as I join in the laughter behind that closed door.

What if…….

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

What if the “I” in me wasn’t in we?

What if I couldn’t be the person you want me to be?

What if I wanted you to begin to see the real me?

Would you accept me as I am and take a gamble?

Would you still grace my book in the preamble?

These are the questions I ask in reflecting upon us

Wondering if you’d set me free to climb the next bus,

Wondering if it’s worth it to stir up all that  fuss

That would surely ensue, in separating the me from us.

It’s a subject I constantly delay, too afraid to even discuss.

What if I wanted to roam freely down other streets?

What if I just  wanted the sound of other heart beats?

What if I longed for the tangy taste of other exotic eats?

Would you accept me when I returned with other sweets?

Would you take me back knowing I might want repeats?

This is what I ponder incessantly, perpetually in my mind

That if you knew why I smiled, you might not be so kind.

You’d remind me that it wasn’t this contract we’d signed.

And you’d realize that our stars were no longer aligned,

And that you too had long since from your feelings resigned.

What if we just continued to pretend that all was well?

I fear that our lives would be a mockery and  become a living hell.