When you lie to me

When you lie to me, my world falls apart.
My gut wrenches and my heart bursts.
You are here, yet I feel alone, when you lie to me.

When you lie to me, I feel alone.
You hide your secrets behind darkened eyes.
I am here, but you look away, when you lie to me.

When you lie to me, you look away.
Put your chin to your chest; shift restlessly.
I wonder why I am here, when you lie to me.

When you lie to me, why am I here?
You shrink a little; become smaller to me.
We are here, yet ‘we’ are not here, when you lie to me.

When you lie to me, ‘we’ are not here.
We are lost to ourselves and each other.
We are here, but my world falls apart, when you lie to me.

 

I’ve just found lots of poems I wrote some time ago that were put into a PDF ‘book’, but I don’t think were ever blogged.

This is one of my favourites, structurally. 🙂

Realm of the elm

There’s no-one there
to wipe away my tears.
No-one to care
who’ll alleviate my fears.
There’s no tender voice
to tell me it’s okay.
I made my choice
to walk the other way.
Away from the one
who could not tell
how I flew into the sun,
to await the tolling knell.
Death has become me
I can hear its call.
I sense the urgency,
feel the pressing pall.
As a stake is driven
deep into my soul,
love and life are riven,
out of my control.
Hold out your hands,
call me to your realm;
to far off meadowlands
to rest beneath the elm.
There, to lay at peace;
no more this weary world,
where once, upon my knees,
the angry daemons whirled.