The World and Me

A moment hasn’t passed that I haven’t thought of you
How is it the world can still be moving.
I sit here broken in two.

Those who are happy and carefree, if only they saw my point of view,
A dark cloud is looming.
A moment hasn’t passed that I haven’t thought of you.

I am isolated in a bubble stuck with glue,
While everyone can move freely, mingling
I sit here broken in two.

My tears, memories, and existence. All tainted with blue.
Those on the outside have a different viewing.
A moment hasn’t passed that I haven’t thought of you.

There’s no button that can undo
the pain and misery I am ensuing.
I sit here broken in two.

The world keeps on moving through
me unmoving.
A moment hasn’t passed that I haven’t thought of you.
I sit here broken in two.

©Alissa Vreeland, 2017.

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A Godmother’s Prayer

You are life’s greatest treasure,
a warmth of happiness radiates with every smile.
The love for you, cannot be measured,
please stay young awhile.

Never lose that sparkle in your eye.
Keep close all your hopes and dreams,
and never let the little things pass by.
Remember God’s love will always beam.

Never be afraid to be you.
You will come across moments in life when you are sad or angry
but, have no fear you will get through,
with the help and love of your family.

So if you stick to some of these guidelines
I know you can always stay true you, Carmine.

RESPONSIBILITY

Still drowning looking for a life preserver that may never come.
I’m sinking down into my indebted guilt.
There seems to be a light at the end of the tunnel, but it’s not for me.
I suffocate in the darkness on my own fumes.

I’m sinking down. Into my indebted guilt
bricks crush the very thought of recovering.
I suffocate in the darkness on my own. Fuming
at the fumes that accelerates my hate.

Bricks crush the very thought of recovery.
There has to be a way to resolve
the fumes that accelerates my hatred
for all the crap that now takes ownership of me.

Still drowning. Looking for a life preserver that will never come.
There hasn’t been a way to resolve.
There seems to be a light at the end of the tunnel. It’s not for me.
all my crap now takes ownership of me.

©Alissa Vreeland, 2017.