Emotional Blindness

Emotional Blindness

The expression of pain, comes in many forms; what right do you have, to suggest a norm.

The sign that you see, is all that comes out; there’s a war raging inside, filled with Demons of doubt.

The tears on my face, are easiest to see; they boil in Hell, from a depth within me.

I try to escape, the emotions that come; but you can never be free, when you don’t know where they’re from.

An aching inside, that you can’t conceive; the Death Dealer is here, and he won’t let me leave.

You try to be smug, as you tell me your cure; you would choke on despair, if your pain was this pure.

You see that there’s signs, but you turn a blind eye; you sit there and judge, and think you know why.

The scars on my body, are an expression of will; I took all the beatings, and kept quiet and still.

I try to be cool, and wear a thick mask; I don’t know what to say, and don’t want you to ask.

There’s no way to explain, or give you a peek; a day in your life, takes me a week.

I try to be strong, and not feel like a waste; but your memories of me, would be best served erased.

A consumption of fire, that erupts from this pit; is a blank stare of pain, as I roast on this spit.

The chills that you see, that crawl up my spine; are the slayers of hope, come to drink me like wine.

I say that I’m fine, to make you feel better; you take it and run, and ignore my last letter.

The person you see, has become undone; I’ve been trapped in the darkness, with no light from the sun.

A limit we have, before we will break; but what do you do, when Death just won’t take.

 So you say that you know, and that you’ve been there; but your emotions so cold, it puts a chill in the air.

My expressions of pain, are buried down deep; fighting the fiends, for my eternal sleep.

Emotional blindness, is the illness you spread; it seeps in my pores, and fills me with dread.

I shake and I twitch, from the poison inside; which one do you see, my Jekyll or Hyde.

So I sit here and smile, and put on a good show; for this person you see, you really don’t know.

                                          By Ron Lee

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The Secret

The Secret

The dark is a place, where I sit and I dream; it relaxes my soul, and calms all the screams.

I think of my life, and what I want to do; I plan for a future, that I can spend with you.

I search and I struggle, to find the old me; I think he’s long gone, for never more to be.

As I sift through the pieces, of what I once was; I long for my love, that came from above.

My life is a puzzle, that’s not clean or neat; it’s a search for another, to make my picture complete.

I curse at the sun, and pray for the night; if I am lost in the shadows, then I’ll survive the fight.

I sit here in silence, just bidding my time; for I’m just a big secret, waiting in line.

I love her so much, she’s one of a kind; I hope I’m the one, when she makes up her mind.

I’ve waited so long, to be the one that she wants; I’m lost in my mind, reliving my haunts.

What will I do, what will I say; if I’m left all alone, at the end of this day.

I’ve suffered so much, I’ve lost all I had; my heart won’t survive, if this all goes bad.

She’s my last hope, she’s my last chance; to experience true love, and finish this dance.

When all is a mess, I’m the one she will call; she has faith in me, to stop the fall.

I’ve done what I can, my heart I have passed; I hope she is careful, it’s fragile as glass.

 I’m the one in her dreams, when she closes her eyes; when she knows I am near, it makes her heart fly.

I’m a secret for now, but this is what’s true; we’re in love with each other, and we can see this through.

With my hand on your neck, with the gentlest of touch; I kiss your sweet lips, and make you quiver so much.

Our hearts are in tune, with this love that we share; I’m the one that you want, because I’ve always been there.

With the truth being told, and the secret is out; you denied my existence, and cast me about.

The lies that you told, without taking a breath; has stripped me of will, as I welcome my Death.

By Ron Lee

My Final Season

My Final Season

Lightning strikes, as clouds roll in; the rain comes down, for new life to begin.

The seasons change, as spring is here; to cleanse the earth, with its tears.

Mother Nature spills her blood; she cuts her veins, and brings a flood.

From brown to green, you see the change; new life is here, but feels quite strange.

We’ve suffered through, the winter gloom; to see the sun, and flowers bloom.

With the colors, that we see; why’s this Demon, still haunting me?

New life galore, as flowers bud; green grass grows, through the soggy mud.

I see a color, that’s red to me; but is it the same, that you can see?

The sun is bright, and full of life; but I’m trapped in Hell, with all my strife.

I want the warmth, to soothe my soul; to heal my wounds, and make me whole.

The days are bright, and longer still; I thought the change, would increase my will.

Searching for, some brighter days; the winds blows strong, to clear my grave.

The day is gone, the sun has set; no more light, for me to get.

Now I sit, in the dark of night; my soul is drained, from the fight.

I wasn’t strong, now I’m dead; in the earth I go, for the ground to be fed.

Just say goodbye, don’t shed a tear; I’ll see you later, when you get here.

I’m all around, for you to see; I fed that flower, it’s part of me.

You’ll hear my voice, in the wind; I’ll whisper softly, with the love I send.

So when you see, that twinkling star; it’s just for you, from across the far.

 

By Ron Lee

Internal Torment

Internal Torment

Torment and pain, have become a way of life; it has ripped through my soul, like a serrated knife.

With rotting hopes, and decomposing dreams; I sit with the suffering, while I’m surrounded by screams.

A waste land of thoughts, trapped in the lava of hell; shackled to corpses, that are oozing with smell.

I want a way out, from this hidden abyss; but the Demons hold tight, and give me a kiss.

They’ll never let go, while I still draw a breath; they’re waiting for me, to welcome my death.

To drain me of life, and consume all my will; they’d hand me a drink, if I’d swallow those pills.

Sinking inside, as life fades away; my eyes are glazed over, as they turn from blue to grey.

Lifeless in form, my soul has no home; I dwell in a plain, where forever I roam.

Forgotten in death, is really no surprise; because even in life, no one heard my cries.

I tightened the noose, as I stepped off that stool; haunted inside, by a tormenting ghoul.

A crushing effect, as the knot slips real tight; doing that twitch, as I swing left to right.

I thought I was there, as I was passing out; but someone came by, to make me continue this route.

Screaming and shouts, at how stupid I am; you picked a fine time, to start giving a Damn.

You’ve stopped me for now, but this mission is mine; to cause me more pain, you need to stand in line.

I’ve done what I could, to be in harm’s way; no matter the abuse, I am left here to stay.

From a knife to a bat, and a bullet that came close; I’ve taken some beatings, that made me look gross.

Of all of the things, that have been done to me; the things that hurt worse, are the ones you can’t see.

Invisible pain, are the scars of our soul; they’re carved in with hate, as your hope takes a stroll.

Retched are we, that search for a sign; that life is still worth it, and we will be fine.

                                                          By Ron Lee

Tiny Beauty

Tiny Beauty

She floats on the air, as she passes by me; her beauty abounds, and sets my heart free.

You can see all the struggles, in the depth of her eyes; the sorrow she feels, has been compounded by lies.

She is tiny and small, but a Goddess throughout; she’s a dream in the night, that erases my doubt.

A smile that calms, with just a twitch of her lips; a desire in motion, with the sway of her hips.

She doesn’t quite see, she’s a light in the night; she thinks she’s too thin, and not appealing to sight.

She makes my heart flutter, like silk in the breeze; when she gives me a hug, I get weak in the knees.

I get lost in my thoughts, of holding her near; I go to a place, that is vacant of fear.

She’s a vision of hope, that stays on my mind; she’s the rarest of gems, and one of a kind.

If I had a wish, and only one could be granted; she would know I’m the one, and in her heart be enchanted.

She’s a whisper of bliss, that descends from above; my mind is at peace, when she’s all I think of.

I would tell you her name, but don’t want no one to know; someone might take her, and my dreams would just go.

I wonder and wait, if I’ll get a chance; to hold her real close, and be part of her dance.

The life that I’ve seen, has rarely been fair; a lady like her, doesn’t know that I’m there.

My feelings are clear, with my heart on my sleeve; I’m mending my heart, with a stitch and a weave.

Life is not meant, to be spent all alone; I wait for the one, that I can place on her throne.

To know that she’s safe, and has all my love; cause she’s a perfect creation, from the heavens above.

What more can be said, when your dream takes a form; life without her, would be an eternal storm.

                                                By Ron Lee

My Prison

My Prison

My soul is a phoenix waiting to take flight, the fire that consumes me is burning fierce and bright.

I have goodness to my right and evil to my left, I’m afraid to see which I’ve served best.

I wake each day to this man made hell, how long must I stay in this place that I dwell?

I talk with others that suffer like me, we’re trapped in our minds with no way to be free.

I search for an answer to save me this day, I don’t understand what’s made me this way.

Alone in this world with no one to be mine, I’m sick of the one’s that say it takes time.

The world that I had has left me behind, to find my way out in this maze for a mind.

I want to feel good and have a reason to smile, I’d sit and relax and stay for a while.

But that’s not the case for the ones with my pain, we struggle for hope and see nothing to gain.

I’ve had all the tests and tried all the meds, the doctors just want to tie me in bed.

My symptoms get worse as the days go by, I’m deep in this pit as I sit and cry.

A friend that I had was forced her last breath, they pulled out the plug and brought her to death.

She suffered so long in a life that was hell, she needed my help but me she didn’t tell.

I curse at the one’s that let her just be, the age of 30 she will never see.

With hope on the run and my soul set ablaze. I ask for some help before the end of my days.

I struggle to find the peace that is mine, I’m grasping for life just give me a sign.

I’m not asking for much just the peace that I’m due, I’m losing my grip and just want to be through.

The future I want is not in my sight, the ones in this hell can understand my plight.

I search for a way to set myself free, my heart is a pit this is no way to be.

I cherish the few that have made me feel love, they’re Angels indeed and deserve a place above.

A “thank you” I leave for it’s all I have left, my mind is its prison and my soul was its theft.

I’m lost in this maze with no exit to find, there’s no door in this Hell I’m just locked in my mind.