Hearing all the noises
Bashing in my head
No time to see the goodness
Only misery, loneliness and dread.
Honestly don’t know
What became of my lighthearted soul
Mired down in stress
Burdened with things as dark as coal.
No one will help me out
No one really cares
All I hear is bashing, crashing in my head
Filled with misery, loneliness and dread.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
When memories are created
And souls felt
Nothings’ forsaken
For a journey been taken
That’ll lead to a place
Filled with nothing but
Love, love.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Truly heartfelt
Truly needed
One footstep
On life’s path
Followed
Heeded
By another
And
Another
Truly needed.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
How
Do I know
The right is the way.
When
Will I be happy
Just to stay?
Now
Is the answer
Past has gone away.
Forever
Is never
This I know today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Write
What you need to.
Write
What you feel too
Doesn’t matter if it
Never sees daylight
Only known on pages
Of a book closed tight.
Write
Let it out
Let it be recorded on
The slate that makes you be
What you’ve become
You see.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Delicately
I embrace thee
Softly
I caress thee
While with my whole heart
I unconditionally
Love thee.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
When your sweet soul
Touches me
I’m just in ecstasy
No light shines
As bright
Nor does the blue sky
Lie
When telling me
How you too
Are in love
In love with me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Writing comes easy
It’s the meaning that is hard.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Chaos and wonder
Are displayed
Reaching for justice
Dragons are slayed
No one comes forth
Nothing delayed
Anguish is vanquished
Honour laid
In beautiful heaps
At someone’s grave.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2017
We keep secrets
We hold them tight
Never exposed
To see the morning light.
We keep secrets
Silent, secretive
They speak not a word
Sometimes to the grave
They’re carried, never heard.
We keep secrets
Untold secrets
We grasp them tight
Feeling the burden
The weight not light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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