Madness

Sometimes you die a thousand deaths just to get a second worth of breath..

You're chasing this life to the measure you die, to the weight of those tears you cry..

Are you open to something more?

Are you hoping with eyes closed, that seconds will take you away?

As your blood stains the carpet, do you count the drops?

Do you want to be dead or alive?

Is this all you are seeing?

The tears in your eyes..?

Do you swallow those pills, just a hand full of lies?

There is hate in the silence..

You cover your ears.

Do you want to be dead or alive?

The hourglass running out, no voices heard..

All the madness disturbing the sense in your head.

Is it too late to be saved?

The last drop is falling..

You open your eyes..

Do you want to be dead or alive?

 

Janie Davel

Deep

Black tears...How do I wipe them away?
They stain my skin,
burden my heart and hide deep within where no-one sees. 

In a place so distant, my heart cries for mercy,
but it's silent screams, lost in the noise.
The deeper the ocean, the darker it gets...
Deep in the blackness it swallows my name.

I find no reflection and all looks the same.
Don't find me there dying if you don't know my name.
We all fight the water and drift to the surface,
until we find that only Water can fight water....

Janie Davel