Poems

Poems presented are by Megan Ashley.

When The Sun Fades

When the sun goes down and the night arrives

And I see dark shadows when I close my eyes,

Do you know that I’m afraid? Can you see my fear?

And if you could, would you come near?

Would you see the pain behind the smile,

Or the broken girl behind a child?

What would you say, if you saw

The danger lurking behind the walls?

If you knew what was here, silent and dark,

If you could see the ghosts, pale and stark.

When the sun fades, what can you see?

When the night comes, who will you be?

Why She Fell

She broke today. She dropped her smile.

She had enough and you let her down.

Life was cruel and she was weak,

And you made her heart weep.

She fell today. She broke and bled.

And no one will miss her when she’s dead.

You will go on, you will forget

About the girl who slit her wrists.

But heaven smiled at the broken soul

As she finally arrived home.

Fly

I want to fly far away,

Far from all my cares.

I want to see the world

From high in the air.

I want to feel the wind

As I soar above the clouds.

And I want to feel vertigo

As I dare to look down.

Birds fly, souls fly.

Why can’t I?

A Tale of War

He rose from his bed early this morn,

Kissed his wife and shut the door.

On his belt hung a horn

And he wore his uniform.

For days on days

His company marched.

Bellies empty,

and throats parched.

The enemy arrived

With war cries,

And through the fight

Our soldier died.

His name forgotten,

His body broken,

His wife forsaken,

His sword a token.

The war took lives

But was won.

And over his grave,

A brilliant sun.

Beauty

There is beauty

mingled with pain.

Through great loss

Something is gained.

With every tear there is also a smile

That makes the hardships worthwhile.

Look for the beauty, not the sorrow,

And remember there is always tomorrow.

Get back up and do it over,

Luck is rare as a four leaf clover.

Manage life as best you can.

And always start again.

Advice

Everyday wash clean tomorrow.

Demons and angels fight against sorrow.

The dawn of a new day is the dawn of new pain.

One person’s loss is another’s gain.

Step by step, hope marches on.

Voice by voice, we sing a new song.

The price of death is eternal life,

Farewell to blood, war, and strife.

Invisible

She smiled and hid the pain that burned deep inside.

No one cared or even saw when her hope died.

She cursed her tears and who caused them

And thought about her life.

Was it really worth it? Was it worth the fight?

Does anyone see the girl with demons all around?

Does anyone hear the screams or even a tiny sound?

Can anyone save the girl who needed love?

It’s too late to save the girl, her soul is flying up.

My Secret Language

I have a secret language,

That no one else knows.

I learned it as a child

Many moons ago.

It sings with the birds

And whistles with the wind,

And sometimes laughs along

With the road’s curves and bends.

My language was written in youth,

But I love it still

For the cold, lonely days,

And the empty silence it fills.