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Loneliness

Loneliness is a place,
a realm of nowhere.
It is a room with no exits,
no sounds,
no life.

Loneliness is a belief.
No one cares for me.
No one knows me.
What is wrong with me?
Why should I go on?
Why should I even try?

Loneliness is a siren
calling you sweetly,
Hearken to the call
and fall into oblivion.
Firmness and denial
the long road out to freedom.

I have heard that siren.
Heard the deceptive music.
Walked the paths of heartache.
Faced blissful oblivion

And I have fought that madness!
Stepped off the brink of darkness
and sought the way to freedom,
that lead out to light and love.

 

Copyright © 2011 by Athena C. Beauchamp

 

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How?

I am nowhere to be felt to be held to be loved to be touched to be whole to be found to be me to be anything to be simply Gone Empty Void Motionless Absent Vacant Alone Alone Alone in a world flying by floating by stagnant stationary so impenetrable so hard so dead so hurt so hated so sick so so so Alone F* You F* Me F* God F* it All How did I get here How do I get out How do I survive How do I feel this How love hurts me How I have no answers I have no knowledge Just pain just love just loneliness just longing just yearning just aching just dying just wanting arms to hold me whispers to soothe me breath to fill me love to stir me Eyes Soul God this hurts Missing Ending Eternity Pain Love me Where have I gone I want to love believe love in love for love lost love new love old love real love eternal love innocence joy peace grace God where have I gone help me find my way back to myself whoever that is I do not care anymore I just want to feel love feel whole feel me oh please….

Insomnia

Sleep, come soothe my broken world

But I know, you won’t visit me when you’re told

Come sleep of my childhood

When hours on end

Up on trees, on mountains, in fileds

With friends I spent.

Even then, they were the birds,

they were books, beloved

flowers, and vampires from old folk tales

and countless dreams

of how my world could be.

Now time, continuous, lingers by

Dripping its course with venom

Numbing the soul and desire.

I fall in the vastness of the universe

Not shining as a star

But sinking in a black hole

Of forgetfullness,

Remembering all.

Tortured by night and by day

Wondering who am I.

A collection of talents and university degrees and post degrees?

A mirror shows me

a picture of someone familiar.

who is it?

Still a child, singing itself to the sleep that won’ t come.

Is it exile from my land?

no, an exile from the living.

A connection broken

Long before I was born.

An exile in time, a desert of mind.

So much to know, so much to do

Yet I fret, give up.

In the wee hours

everything i let unravel,

all becomes loose ends

Going nowhere.

It begins to dawn

Morning light of no hope

that the new day could bring.

only the infinity of this void that so terribly stings.

the night that joins the day,

and another night and day.

Endless cycle of desolation

and despair.

Come sleep.

 

Beautiful

They say it is beautiful

this country, the people,

why don’t I have eyes to see?

yet sometimes i glimpse it,

a rare comet burning

so quick to disappear.

Feelings of yearning

Pain left behind

the sparks of this

astral trail.

 

Adriana (Romania-Australia)