He couldn’t love her
didn’t know how.
He couldn’t save her
she didn’t want it.
He couldn’t save her
she wouldn’t let him.
© W. Donovan
Category: Poems
Wave [I]
Imprisoned
four glass walls around you.
Like an exhibit in a museum
exposed for mocks.
Four walls around you
nowhere to hide.
Everything
has been taken away from you
though you thought
you’ve already got nothing.
Everything
gets a hundred times worse.
You thought you weren’t free before?
It’s come like a wave of fear
taking what it wants
taking what belongs to it.
I won’t give it away
just like that.
I would only if
it was my own decision.
I won’t give it away.
Everything
I’ve got in my mind
I’ve got in myself.
Where would it go?
Who would take it all?
© W. Donovan
Only silence
There’s only silence between us
filling our ears.
Only silence
brings us together.
Speaks to us
like nobody else.
Only silence is between us
filling our mouths.
Only silence
makes us strangers.
Shows us
who we really are.
Only silence is between us
filling our hearts.
Only silence
© W. Donovan
Once again
I wasn’t sure
what you wanted
for real.
I didn’t want
to do it once again
not to miss you.
Everything
you promised me.
Nothing
you gave me.
© W. Donovan
Anything
I cannot sleep in this bed.
Everything flows away
I forgot what that meant
actually it’s not better
than anything.
© W. Donovan
I wanted to salvage only you
Rosarium
Covered
Your eyes are
full of love.
Who are you?
Who am I
to love you?
My face is
full of pain
© W. Donovan
Spark
I’ve come here
to find my serenity
in the solitude of my soul.
I don’t want to think
about you anymore.
Don’t want to think if
our love would last an eternity.
Was there even love?
I’m not sure
if I can call it love.
A spark so sharp
to pierce me through
not growing further
to flames
for it was blew out
and never it shall be lit again.
What’s left now?
I’ve longed for something
I’ve never had.
A fantasy of love
I wanted to feel
I wanted to have
I dreamt of.
I’ve come here
to finally say goodbye.
© W. Donovan
Home
You want me to go back home
What is home?
For you
For me
it’s where my heart is
Not where my heart is
buried under the ground
of your monarchy
You want me to go back home
Not because you love me
but because you feel alone
Not because you want me there
but because you hear the whispers
Which tell you
you shouldn’t have done
all the things you had done
You want me to go home
where the walls echo
how rotten you really are
Was it home?
© W. Donovan
