I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.
A new feeling is in me
Yet it’s not new
The intensity and consistency
Is the new thing.
It’s inside always growing,
Always feeding on every thought,
Like cancer it intensifies
And festers till nothing is left.
How would I have known
Covers were still over my eyes,
When they lifted all love and feeling
Froze, withered and died.
Now once again I am lonely
My darkened mind contemplating
An end to my feelings,
My weakness must die for me to live.
My sea is empty,
The fish have all been caught,
Now searching for the only other way
Living among the birds in freedom.
© 2019 Wendy Engela