Poems

The darkness whispers of gentle death. The sorrow in my heart, buried in my chest. Clawing its way to get out, imprisoned by my pain. Tears bursting out, the blood is dripping like the summer rain. My head exploding by thoughts of your betrayal. On the ground I now lie, gasping for air that never comes. My body shaking of the cold, hear your pounding on the door. A gaping wound that will never heal, darkness colours the bloody trail. Crying I know, release is soon to come. Crying I know you will never hurt me but this once.

The full moon is rising, travelling the bright night, showing how our Spirit looks like. The Elements gather to celebrate the wonder that is life, they all have gifts for those that have courage to try. The wind is playing by the treetops in the Air, caressing our bodies so we know that it is there. Gently comforting our spirit, putting our minds at ease, the Airs gift to the people that knows how to feel. The Water whispering quietly in the stream, telling wisdoms from the ancient lost and purifies our fears. Showing us the origin by whispers in our ears, the Waters gift to people that knows how to hear. The Earth rock solid, lifting us safely up from harm, showing when to stop for thought and when to hear the heart. Nurturing the nature and gives us food at summer haste, the Earths gift to people that knows how to taste. The Fire is burning by the bonfire tonight, showing us what we have done and our inner minds. Warming us in times of c