Monday, 19 November 2018

STRUGGLE

She tosses and turns every night,
Trying to make sense of her plight,
Running away from her hidden cry,
Urging the end of her tears inside,
Gripping ...
Grasping ...
Languishing in her inner despair,
Ever hoping to emerge if she so dares.

~ Copyright © 2018 Keith James Sinclair ~

Sunday, 23 October 2016

COWARDICE

Can't remember how many times, 
One million thoughts - no reason or rhyme,
When fear of rejection is mistaken for strength of will,
As weakness is lauded as bravery - the bitterest pill,
Regret and tears are the hardest to hide,
Drowning in despair whilst stemming that tide,
Inner battles, wars and strife,
Covered over in another outward life,
Every day and every night.

~ Copyright © 2016 Keith James Sinclair ~


Sunday, 10 January 2016

LONELY


Life is a struggle for her,
One day at a time,
Never the twain shall meet,
Ever seeking and not finding her rhyme,
Laying down her dreams every night,
Yet in hope of company so very right.

~ Copyright © 2016 Keith James Sinclair ~

SHE LOOKS INTO A MIRROR


She looks into a mirror,
But doesn't recognize the face,
She sits aside a locked door,
But it feels like outer space,
She cracks a forced smile,
But all they see is a frown.

She looks into a mirror,
But doesn't recognize the face,
She cries a little, a tear streams down a cheek,
But not a person asks what it is she seeks,
She hopes for a new sunrise,
But daily her confidence dies.

She looks into a mirror,
But doesn't recognize the face,
She wants someone to hold her hand,
But they are elusive as drifting sand,
She steadies herself for another day,
But her heart is so fragile, come what may.

She looks into a mirror,
But doesn't recognize the face,
All is not as it appears in her lonely place.

~ Copyright © 2016 Keith James Sinclair ~

TO EMBRACE YOU


She screams in utter silence,
And pleads in sheer quiet,
She lives in a twilight existence,
She knows that I lie not.

Nobody can hear her,
And no soul can discern,
She's a mystery enshrined in verse,
Her secret most will never learn.

All she wants is to make her entrance,
To break her outward shackles,
Unfettered at last from lifelong interference,
Alive truly at last, her pretense a dying debacle.

If you can see, feel, hear - then maybe somehow,
You might sense the angst in her brow,
Awaiting the freedom,
To embrace you.

~ Copyright © 2016 Keith James Sinclair ~

Sunday, 3 January 2016

YOU WON'T SEE HER CRY

You won't see her cry,
Unless you can read her soul,
You won't see her cry,
As she hides in her other role,
You won't see her cry,
As she begins to sob and crack,
You won't see her cry,
Dwelling in her prison black,
You won't see her cry,
Her visage never an eye has seen,
You won't see her cry,
As darkness closes in on her dream,
You won't see her cry,
Her life is built on many a sigh,
You won't see her cry,
You'll never see that dew drop in the corner of her eye.

~ Copyright © 2016 Keith James Sinclair ~

Saturday, 2 January 2016

OPEN SECRET


She hides behind words,
A two edged sword.
Her mask oft comes to the fore,
Her form hidden behind a locked door.
She teases and hints with subtle prose,
Always wrestling her demons does she suppose.
All is never what you merely see,
The truth lies hidden way beneath.
Her pain is perchance beyond perception,
Therein lies the guile of her forced deception.
Until the day she can escape her endless upset,
She'll keep in her heart her open secret.

~ Copyright © 2016 Keith James Sinclair ~