🖋 poetry 🗣

The Answer: An Introduction

with thoughts I dare not speak
and a tongue willing to keep
the secrets that make me,
i’m a refugee from the real world, an escapee.
so, in cold isolation i’ll hide,
like a bomb shelter is meant to provide
safety from the whirlwind of love and life alike
when i refuse the warmth that comes from the chemical collide.
with ink coursing through my veins
and spilling upon these empty pages,
a new story is to be created:
a tale to tell of the time i’ve wasted.
i’ll reach for only what my hands can hold
no matter if it means they come up empty
before i give the tides of turmoil control
to sweep my feet from underneath me.
and alas, the sadness will sometime strike,
but fear shall make no fool of me!
for no matter what bed i must lay in at night,
from now on it will only be in my right to decide.
-d.r.

Night Changes

i pace for a lack of better words;
allow these hollow echoes to speak for itself,
seek shelter in each unfamiliar step,
and harken to the pulse these panels possess.

still lingers the ghost of dancing done in finer years.
breathe in the reeking remembrance of what's been lost to time,
and exhale unto this worn oak- an old friend of mine-
until these dark walls once more shine.

this home groans under the weight of each new passerby.
and in the company of yet another young face,
when days are laid to waste by night changes,
comfort lives temporarily throughout this space.

so reach for the roof that hangs high,
for not one has counted each fallen splinter like i.
-d.r.

Love's Silent Sonnet

provide me with an answer please, my dear
how this feeling dwells, swells within my chest
so heartily, demanding, and severe
beating so unbearably through my breast
these repetitive, recorded words skip
tripping over the fingerprints you've left
stuttering, stammering, and losing grip
my tongue-tied mind is prey to your effect
spill out of me this aching desire
and fill me instead with great temptation
to face the beast who feasts on this fire
and seals my lips shut of this sensation
i am just a coward sentenced to silence
how torturing love can be when quiet
-d.r.