April Challenged Day 25 - Mask

New Distressed Wood Figures by Aron Demetz

You 

will never 

understand 

how I feel. 

I have kept my emotions 

tightly sealed behind a wooden mind. 

I wish 

I could trust you, 

lay out my heart in front of you. 

Let you pick out my tears 

one by one

  replace it with joy, 

mend my fractured heart 

create a moment of bliss.

But 

I know 

that kind of 

happiness 

was not 

meant for me.

The rational being in me 

wakes me up

  reminds me of who I really am, 

what I can do 

 what I can never have.

I should not 

seek your love, 

I am not allowed to dream, 

l have merged 

into sepia world

For now 

I wish to hide 

behind my skin.

April Challenge Day 24 - Abandoned Flower

In total bliss, lived they amongst trees

For miles as far as eyes could reach

Enjoyed the sunshine, rain and wind

A carpet of pink flowers like these

Man came along and ploughed the field

Uprooted stalks with fragrance sealed

Replaced garden to land of concrete

With worms in pocket but no birds to feed

Lost in the city in heat and dust

No love to cherish no moment of trust

Diseased and neglected, they grow in vain

Like a street urchin, in hunger and pain

Who deserves what, can anyone predict?

April Challenge Day 23 - Goodbye

I came to say goodbye

You lifted your bags

Tossed it on roller

Saw it disappear

There were tears in your eyes

They glittered in dark

Like pearls

Brighter than the shine of your love

In my heart

Love finds different ways to express

In smiles and sometime in tears

Goodbye is the sad word

Silent and heavy

A lump in the throat

A stone in the sling

I moved away, after a quick hug

And walked with brisk steps

Not turning back to see

If you were still standing there

Sharp emotions don’t get chilled

Many winters may come and go

Today, my eyes dry, unhinged

Unable to express the pain I feel

Final goodbye is difficult

There is no baggage to go with you

Just a wooden coffin edged with lace

This too will melt with you 

Nothing will be left after you go

Except a flimsy skeleton and

A portrait on my wall

Of you