A TALE OF A WOUNDED SOUL (The Catcher In The Rye)

dreamcatcher - secrets

 Finest gossamer kisses

Like sheer and aged lace

Guarded secrets, hidden

Daring not to show their face

~~~

Shattering the human psyche

Destroying inner souls

Lying buried deep in hearts

Digging deeper holes

~~~

A tangled knot of words

Come drifting on the wind

A featherweight of tales

Against fair airbrushed skin

~~~

Perhaps the nightmare follows

I ask “well, who am I?”

The dreams, they closely follow

The catcher in the rye.

HOW FRAGILE WE ARE

Image

Sometimes, I don’t want to be me

Sometimes, we don’t like being us

Sometimes, we don’t like ‘being’ at all

Sometimes I wish i could disappear

 

I have little to stay ‘here’ for

No family that ever visits us

Just our carers for company three times a day

Grand total of two and a half hours

 

Our closest friends are here at WordPress

Most of us known by anonymous avatars

Who we pour our hearts out to

And our souls bleed onto the paper

 

Yet those very friendships

And our hearts’ outpourings

Could be snuffed out like candles

By one press of a key

 

How fragile we are.

Broken-Heart-11