Sleep

Sleep lets you know
What death feels like,
When you get into bed,
And those you love
Don’t know you’re alive.
It is death.
It shows you
The nightmare
Of being alone.
Even in life.

Apart

Love grows over time, it deepens with age,
It rises like mountains touching the sky,
Its rivers meet oceans, quiet and dark;
None seem to mind, or ask of it just why.

But as the waters delve and the peaks soar,
Distances widen, far out of arm’s reach;
They say, that is how true love ought to be;
They say, who do not do; but seek to teach.

Time lengthens, and our bodies grow apart;
Love takes for granted how fast the years run;
Soon, distances charter space and black holes,
While I become the moon, and you, the sun.

People

People have notions
Of the life I lead,
Many fail to know
Just what I need.

They see fair princes
Assume endings ;
They ignore battles,
Quiet defendings.

People love drama,
Suppose stories:
Shining armour;
Such rave glories!

Deep truth is darker,
As truth must be;
People mark the light,
Leave the dark to me.

I searched for peace;
But battled for time;
And received minutes,
That made hope mine.

People guess I smile:
I’ve more than enough!
All did and does go well!
I never had it rough!

They don’t see fear
Or anxiety,
Those slurs and punches
Bestowed on me.

How each prince I loved
Gave me songs to sing –
But only if I gave
What made him a king.

People I love,
Who love me back,
Have no qualms in
Judging what I lack;

So the fair endings,
All, wilfully, see,
Aren’t actually
What happen to me.

People are people.
This is just so.
The truth of my life
Is just mine to know.