How could I be so gullible
to think it were to be?
For now I am invisible
to all who used to see.
The trusting fool
You used to call my name.
I’d laugh and joke with you.
You used to call my name,
but now our gaming’s through.
You used to walk with me.
We’d talk about life’s truths.
You used to walk with me,
but now our soles are bruised.
You used to love me so.
We watched our passion grow.
You used to love me so,
now loss is all I know.
How could I be so gullible
to think it were to be?
For now I am invisible
to all who used to see.
Once
You only live once.
Only once will you die.
You only live once
you’ve loved many a time.
Humanity
What’s never possessed can never be missed.
What’s missing is very much craved.
The craving ensnares, and when we’ve but a glimpse,
our actions become so depraved.
Artistry
Imagine a painter without a brush,
but a full palette at their disposal.
I am the red, yellow and blue;
a mere outlet is my proposal.
Won’t someone push me forward
to the place I want to stand?
I’ve combed through and through my meadow;
searching for who I am.
Brown grass in the meadow
Like the elderly cross the road,
I mope through my province,
remembering the times when I out-sped the light.
It’s not age that decays my life,
but acknowledgement;
where I get nothing from my work
no matter how I try.
I sold my soul to no demon.
I’m no killer of a man.
So I live this dull existence,
and die forgotten.
Whilst my heart only beats the once,
yours may find time for two.
I mope through my lonely province,
cursing the design.
Who am I? I will introduce:
I’m the keeper of keys
with all of the potential, yet
I cannot find the door.
Won’t someone push me forward
to the place I want to stand?
I’ve combed through and through my meadow;
searching for who I am.