Matriarch

I crossed the street today,

I saw you come my way,

I had nothing to say,

Not today.

 

You saw me standing there,

Holding her hand,

She had no idea,

Of the games you played,

That you play.

 

Why do you haunt me when I

Let you go, such a long, long time ago,

Why do you taunt me with the

Memories of a love I’ll never know.

 

Time is not on your side,

Why do you try to hide ,

From the hurt inside.

Your foolish pride.

 

How does it feel to know, that

 You let me go such a long, long, time ago,

How does it feel to see the change in her,

The way things could have been.

 

But you don’t see..

You never see…

 

I crossed the street today,

I saw you come my way,

I had nothing to say..

No not today….

 

R.M Roberts ©2009

Closed Heart

What visions are seen through those cynical eyes?

With  beauty so rare, yet so tainted by doubt,

How long will tomorrows, hide yesterdays pain,

Sweet lady release that lost love crying out.

 

What truths do you hear; allow into your heart?

As you shut out the world with such eloquent ease,

The power is your’s, yet refusal’s your way

As you take hold of man, bring him down to his knees.

 

What words can explain such a fire in your soul?

A fire that engulfs all that pass by your way,

For mercy he begs. as you toss him aside,

With no feeling you smile, before turning away.

 

R.M Roberts ©2009

Static

Static, I am static,

Rarely moving, never-changing,

Going nowhere fast.

 

Glued to the spot,

Happy with my lot, but wanting,

Without knowing what.

 

Monotonous, sometimes fabulous,

Indifferent, sad to see at times but yet,

 

So thoughtful, without thinking,

Though the thoughts cannot explain the state I’m in.

 

I am static, simply static,

Distorted in my view of things to come.

 

Never knowing, hardly glowing,

Rambling onwards, never upwards,

Standing still.

 

Idly waiting,

Anticipating.

Escape from life, the rabid state I’m in.

 

R.M Roberts ©2009