Poems Filled With Angst


They should speak for themselves. Please enjoy.

  1. No More
  2. Waiting
  3. Meaning
  4. I Did Not Know
  5. Crossed Lines
  6. Road To Nowhere

No More.

Day by day, life drags by.
Weary worn wraiths wander the veldt.
Tired cold winds embrace worn huts.
Bitter old hags berate one another.
Yet, another hungry child is born to one.
Unknowing and innocent of the wiles of the world,
But soon to be tarnished by wind of change.
Fresh and guileless as the day we are born,
But soon to know the language of sorrow.
Showered with love free from hate
Only to join a home torn with strife.
Hated and beaten for being true to herself,
Soon you’ll find she’ll say no more.
Enough of the silence and enough of the aches.
She’s going to find her own peaceful abode.

Waiting.

I feel them coming after me again
Hot, scalding, blistering and painful tears
Coursing freely down burning cheeks. Disdain,
Hurt and anger wrestle for a spot, fears
Awoken, hideous and terrifying.
I am trapped in a maze of my own hand.
A perilous path that has no ending.
Curse the elements and this day at hand!
“Who is this irrational child of mine?”
“You dare to question the course of events?”
My Lord and my God, indeed I lie; mine
Lips hath cursed a day you wrought; yet dissents
Furrow their blazing paths on my eyebrows.
My droopy lids are drenched in my sorrows.

Meaning.

How does it feel?
Tied up in strings
Unwittingly spun
From a web of your own words?
How does it feel?
Trapped in a cage
Unknowingly conjured
From the depths of your mind?
How does it feel?
Alone at the hearth
Unwillingly getting,
All that you wished for?

I Did Not Know.

I can’t help the way I feel
Any more than I can
Tell my eyes not to water.
I can’t tell you how I feel
Without blindly touching toes.
Gingerly, I feel my way,
Unsure who is friend or foe,
My heart flutters excitedly
Beneath its bony trap.
The aura of dread is in the air
As I traverse this illusion.
Whether or not, it is for good or aught,
My nemesis shall be brought to rout.

Crossed Lines.

It’s only pain’s sharp pricks
That tease my heart so.
It’s only her exquisite bouquet
That suffuses my being.
Her whispery voice torments
And cajoles me unerringly
To my looming fate.
Unseeing and blinded,
By her voluminous folds,
I totter to the edge and drown in still waves.
Trapped in a spring of unending pain.

Road To Nowhere.

Standing on this road
That leads to nowhere,
I feel nostalgia tugging
At the seams of my heart.
Thread by thread,
I become unraveled
As memories of a time,
Several leagues from here,
Swamp my being.
This ugly familiar feeling
Bubbling up in my chest
Threatens to drown
The fading whispers of my heart.
My fate lies suspended
In a storm of two worlds;
A garden of forking paths
With my destiny unknown.