Tag: creative-writing

Inscrutable

~ W. Donovan ~ 4 Comments

Hold my hand
and I’ll tell you
what is in my soul.

Give me a hug
and you’ll become
the only one
I can think of.

Lie down with me
on the ground
firm like a glass
you cannot see through
it’s inscrutable.

Hold my hand
while I won’t hold yours
flow beneath the surface
only thinking of it
when you give me everything
I give you nothing.

© W. Donovan

Crying out loud

~ W. Donovan ~ 21 Comments

Dear Readers

I’m not sure if you remember one of my post where I mention about a trip that I wanted to take. It was supposed to be now…

I’m crying out loud. I know I shouldn’t complain because people are dying. I cannot help it, though. It might sound silly among the wave of fear, but I just wanted to disappear for some time. The trip was supposed to be a stop where I end one chapter of my life and start another one. I wanted to treat it as a time when I hit a reset button and erase everything what’s unnecessary in my mind. Just pure walking.

After that I wanted to come back and start a new life, in a new home, doing a new job. I’m encaged instead. Waiting… counting… hoping…

Where all I have is a fantasy.

Stay safe ❤

Blue

~ W. Donovan ~ 9 Comments

I’ve been so sad today.
Don’t know how to change it.
Please, tell me
how to cure my soul
to stop feeling the sadness
so deep
it turns into nothingness.
I’m not sure if you…
if you could change
anything.
Rip my melancholic heart
out of my chest.
Would I be happy
if I saw you
swirling around tables
whispering magic words.
Not when my eyes bleed
with sadness
staining my emerald dress.
You wouldn’t change anything.
Please, let go of my hand.
I’ve been so sad tonight.

© W. Donovan

He asks me…

~ W. Donovan ~ 4 Comments

He asks me whether his life makes sense
when he cannot walk
when he doesn’t have strength.
I ask whether my life makes sense
when I don’t want it
when I feel empty.
Though I have strength
though I can walk.

© W. Donovan

Wave [I]

~ W. Donovan ~ 7 Comments

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

~ W. Donovan ~ 11 Comments

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