Not Yet

I am not ready to get out.
I heard the voices.
The voices of cruelty
& the voices of spite.
The voices of fear
never allowing respite
The sound of hurt and
The ignored cries for help
The voices of judgment
& everyone’s misconceptions.
If these are the voices in this world,
I am not ready to get out.
Not yet!

 

Artwork by Antony.K.Joseph

 

Ingrained

It’s been a year since you left.

I see pity in their eyes,

hear the determination in their voice,

to make me forget

and to make you disappear.

The smile on my face like that of a doll

the words I speak mean nothing at all.

Yet attempts they make, which sway me not

for ever you exist in the deepest of my thoughts.

Sinking

Your eyes, they are like the ocean

So beautiful, so vast

An innocent look they cast

The pull just as strong,

Leaving no chance to abscond

I know the danger that lies within

Yet, looking into them I’m slowly sinking