Living In Anxiety

Welcome to my house

Where walls shake

And windows break

Black cats walk along cracks

On their hind legs

Hands wind faster

And time evaporates

 

I lay in bed at night

Wide awake

Trapped in the circles

of my mind…

A dizzying dance of shadows

Against the smallest shed of light

 

Fears crawl out of cupboards

And monsters hover

Feeding on the lies

Of their sisters and brothers

Wreaking havoc

As I exist in two states:

Tremors and shudders.

 

Locked in my house

Will I ever escape?

I can’t measure the moment.

I can only count the days.

 

©️ 2018 MABELLENA

Dried Roses

images

 

Brittle petals and brittle leaves

A touch as prickly as can be!

Her faulty beauty

Trickled down

To the blood we bleed

See her wither

Under the eyes of sympathy

What love is left

Is possessed and preserved

Forever

Such a charming display of dried roses…

 

© 2018 MABELLENA

The Mask | A Film Poem

 

Do you like the person you see in the mirror?

Is she the person you want her to be?

When she smiles does it reach her eyes?

Or are her eyes veiled in secrecy?

When she laughs do they laugh with her?

Or at her? We don’t know…

Insecurity to Insincerity

She puts on her mask and closes the door…

 

© MABELLENA

Bittersweet

Sweeter than a cherry

Softer than the bear you left me

Walking down the street

Pass that face you’ll never meet

Sit beneath the elm tree

Smile because the grass is green

Stare into bliss

 

Days pass by

Rolling into weeks

 

Rain drips down

Fallen leaves

Scuffle and bustle

Along an empty street

Cold wind

Slaps cheeks

Unforgivingly

 

“Tell me,

Why you left me?”

Asked to no one

in particular

 

Grey clouds form

storms greater

with intention

 

I sit beneath this elm tree

Silent because the grass is green

Staring into the abyss

A face I never knew

To even miss

It’s all so bittersweet.

 

© 2018 MABELLENA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

First Words

Sometimes words pour out –

Unconsciously

Makes me wonder

Do they even belong to me?

Are they ever really mine?

I suppose this is the part

Where I insert another rhyme

Collecting information in

The basin of my mind

But what happens when these words

Run dry –

No more supply

 

Of no use to you – a shell of a person

Is all you leave behind

A single tear

streams down a hollowed cheek

In the wake of your surmise

Sound escapes between my lips

reverberates

through the room with every line

and lands in your astonished ears

 

And right then it dawned on me

For the very first time…

Yes, I believe those words were mine.

 

 

 

©️ 2018 MABELLENA