Live

Love makes you hope,
Hope makes you weak;
Love shows you dreams,
Hope lets you seek.

Life sends you warnings,
Hope takes away fear;
Folk show their colours,
Hope makes them unclear.

Life’s wounds fester lessons,
Love unlearns to forgive;
Tears gather over smiles,
Love teaches life to live.

Give Up

I gave up this night,
When you moved away,
My arm dropped from you –
You didn’t let it stay.

I felt the hurt again;
And it drove my sleep away;
You knew I shrivelled;
Yet you slept on anyway.

I am so tired of this:
Being shunned for touch;
Despite the sweat and heat,
It’s really not much.

So when you let me go,
I decided I won’t fight,
I gave you your comfort,
And I gave up tonight.

Wherewithal

I write in contrived rhyme,
Of love found, and of love lost,
Through the years, what I achieved
And exactly what it truly cost.

Why do most get a careless sleep,
When dark thoughts harass me so?
Why do I ask these stupid questions,
When their answers I already know?

Giving of myself comes easy;
Though I am no stranger to my worth;
I ought to be less human to
Carry on life, no matter the hurt.

I am tired of this roller coaster,
I am tired of the bitterness and pain,
I’m even tired of the truthful smiles,
That I know will surely come again.

I know love alters, when it shouldn’t,
I know death hangs around to take us all,
Yet I know I’d do it all just the same,
For I know, I’ve, within, the wherewithal!