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 Aug 2014 mark john junor
Louise


I have so much fight
to get me through this life
my tongue, I sometimes bite
it can also cut like a knife

Many a determined fight, alone
although I never always realised that.
Fighting my corner at home
and at work, about this and that

Slowly realising, that alone it is
but I'm strong, so I won't submit
never showing my fears
not a single fight I would quit

It seemed like a good disguise
to carry around at the time
no one heard me cry or saw my tears
the many battles were 'all mine'

So now, there's no one there
who thinks I need defending
although there are many who care
just not aware that I need mending

I've created this situation myself
it seemed a good idea at the time
only I do often need help
and so long for a hero by my side


I wrote this because for so many years I would not show a vulnerable side to anyone. I'm softening as I get older.
 Aug 2014 mark john junor
Louise
Locked in this frightening place
it's a nightmare yet I'm awake
All alone,  how long has it been?
Not sure how much I can take

Forgetting who I can call
can't even remember their names
I still can't tell how long it's been
Have I been like this for days?

Reflections in the mirror
they seem to be mocking me
I want to escape this place
but it's a condition called Dementia you see

Starting off with a direction
then losing all idea of my plan
sometimes I'm just in my own world
not worrying about who I am

At the end of each exhausting day
during darkness and a thousand chills
my reality is again tainted
brutally bending my mind further still
I wrote this from the perspective of someone suffering from Dementia after observing my mother on one of her bad days.
 Aug 2014 mark john junor
Raven
I've fallen, fallen so deep
trying to pull myself back out
Out of this cave
I've hid myself in
I went to far down the tunnel
I'm lost in complete pitch dark
I bump into walls
trip and fall
Just trying but I fail
And what's worse I'm not even in a cave
This is just my life
And there's no one to blame
No one to blame
but myself
 Aug 2014 mark john junor
Raven
I wrote a story all in my head, a song and a poem I do dread
For it took me to place I don't want to see
Because it makes me feel loss and loneliness.
Letting my mind wonder to a place of beauty,
but in the end I watch tears of horror

I'm stuck today.
Nothing but a horrible disaster
I'm taking turns right then left
Searching for a little bit of sunlight

I won't be stuck tomorrow
I know.
But I'll grieve at my sadness just for today
I'll run inside my head
Moving all that's in my way
Running inside this mindless video game
 Aug 2014 mark john junor
Raven
Ink
 Aug 2014 mark john junor
Raven
Ink
Photographs,
like drawings on inked skin
the colors fade
as you get older
the days get younger
and the nights get colder
so hold your breath
as agony ripples through your body
don't reach out for sustenance or guidance  
because these photographs are all that's left
You told me that you would never leave me
You Lied
You told me you would love me forever and never let me go
You Lied
You told me we were gonna get married and live happily ever after like in a fairytale
You Lied
You told me that no one could ever replace me
You Lied
You told me that she meant nothing to you
You Lied
You told me you could never love her as much as you loved me
You Lied
You told me that I was your one and only
You Lied
You told me that one day we was gonna have a family of our own
You Lied
You told me that you would forgive me and forget about everything I did wrong
You Lied
You told me you would never keep secrets from me
You Lied
You told me you would never lie to me
YOU LIED
Every time I look at him I see your face.
It turns my stomach just thinking of how much I miss you and why.
you treated me so badly.
Only God knows why I still have feelings for you.
I love you and I was waiting for that special day to hear you say I Do,
What happened to that?
We were supposed to run off into the sunset together.
I guess fairy tales don't exist.
What the hell was I thinking?
The thought of you being with someone else,
treating them better than you did disgusts me.
Why are they so different?
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