Tears are falling down.
Leave your troubles behind.
Searching for peace in your soul.
A broken heart so refined.
Lost in fragile mind.
Swimming around and around.
Deeper into the depth
of the sea.
Almost drowning getting so tired.
More energy is required.
To beat your demons.
Rewind your confessions.
Haunted by your past.
Trying so hard
while you swim so fast.
Out of breath and
grasping for air.
You try to reach the shore
but nobody is there.
You think to yourself,
this is not fair.
All your love
gone and replaced.
So many words unspoken.
Let your heart broken.

Cold body shivering

follows the path to paradise

leaving troubles behind

There is always a light at the end of your darkness.
There is always a light at the end of your turmoil.
There is always a light at the end of your troubles.
There is always a light at the end of your pain.

Just don’t close your eyes.

i hate to make a metaphor out of everything,
but we're celestial bodies orbiting out of control.

each day the sun rises with it's own strength
to clear paths and make visible the roads
that she can't even walk on.

the moon rises every night off of the sun's glow,
and not once does he return the favor;
he takes just enough so that gleaming eyes can adore;
the sun is so bright he doesn't even look at her.

when i was younger i read somewhere that
if you're going to do something, give it your all,
or don't do it at all.
and i have religiously lived up to that reading
until i met you.

you attend school just enough so you won't fail - just making it.
you work just enough so you won't get fired -just making it.

and this relationship,
is just making it.

I was crying out for help,
As those I loved died all around
The sounds of slashing and blood spurting
Are two of the most torturous sounds

I was looking frantically around for a while,
Looking for a way out
But no matter how hard I looked,
All exits became closed with doubt

I tried fighting solo,
But no man is an island
He may want to stand alone, the Gunslinger,
But he can't fight up a highland

So I finally gave up
I was drowning in the blood of helplessness
My revolvers had been completely destroyed
Leaving this Gunslinger defenceless

But a hand reached down through the gore,
And pulled me out of that sea
And when the problem was dealt with,
"Visionary, I thank thee".

Smoke clad skies
Begin to eerily darken
As I walk down the hill
That's seemingly never ending.

Travelling decades
In seconds as
I admire beautifully
Crafted houses.

Appreciating brickwork
Uniquely telling of times
In which period they joined
The awe inspiring collection.

I catch myself off guard
As I breathe in the
Bonfire fumigated air
And smile.

Fireworks being released
In the far off distance
Begin ricocheting
Throughout my body

Shooting ear to ear,
Head to toe
Screaming, exploding,
Then imploding in my mind

Painting stories way up high
As if they're being told
Soley for me,
My own private show...

The bright colours
Steal my breath away.
I find myself fighting off
The demons of my past as

Suddenly innocent
Childrens excited
Little voices begin
To catch my attention,

Dressed as ghosts and ghouls
Of long gone centuries
Setting off to collect their
All hallows eve treats.

No tricks are needed.
For the first time
in what seems like a lifetime,
I feel alive.


© Karen L Hamilton, 2015

I don't wanna die
The constant danger that I defy
Lurking, elusive, sly
It tries to pass me by

So it can lay a trap ahead
One mistimed step and I'll be dead
My inner clock slowly winding down,
This pulsing presence, this unseen frown

Some sixth sense within,
Alerts me to the Devils grin
Won't ever let the darkness win,
Oh sixth sense, oh mi amas vin

I don't wanna die
'Till the end I'll always try
To walk this tightrope called life
And pray
It doesn't fray
As I scream for that wicked steel, that bloodied knife.

You've had a rough day
I know what that's like
Believe me, you'll see
That life is a hike

But tonight
It's your time to relax
Don't reflect upon your day
Don't face the facts

Just be calm
Blow all your fears away
No more worries
For you today

Just rest your head
On the softest of pillows
Just lay in bed
Listen to the wind in the willows

Blow away
All the troubles of today
And listen to the wind
As the light begins to fade

I'm an indecisive man at the best of times.
I relish the moments I have true direction.
But I just can't seem to consolidate my feelings.
To bind them up and rope my way out of this one.

Every thought I have accompanies an opposing feeling.
Every choice I decide on leaves me with an unsure taste in my mouth.
How do I have confidence that fills the room and bubbles over.
But no confidence in where I'm headed.

I only wish you could reserve judgment and not be so harsh.
When I imagine my future life I don't see you in it...
Because I don't see anything but a blur.
Everything - All I am is unsure.