Endless Rain

Every day since I met you,
It’s been raining smiles;
With thunders of laughter,
And lightnings of love.
My heart has been filled,
Right up to the brim,
With an endless kind of love;
Washing away,
All the fears in my heart.
An endless rain,
That doesn’t need to stop;
I seek no shelter,
No roof above my head;
I’m not afraid,
Of the storms you create.
I’d gladly be soaked,
And even get sick,
If it means I get to tilt,
My face up to look at you;
Feeling my heart pitter patter,
With every drip and drop,
Of love you give.

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Stockholm Syndrome

An uneven deal;
A mismatch, a fail;
A gamble I knew I’d lose,
From the very beginning,
Of the game.

I tried to run away,
As far as I could;
As fast as my legs would,
But he still caught me, and stole
Everything that I kept,
Hidden and locked away.

Demand and demand,
For ransom and payment,
For all the debts,
I don’t even recall having.

Command and command,
One word and I’ll follow,
Like the servant that I am.

He abuses and hurts
Me, with whips and with stones;
Pushing me on the edge,
Of a cliff with no end.

But why can’t I get
Myself to escape,
When he doesn’t keep watch
Of the door every night?

I stay right beside,
Like a battered loyal dog,
With blood dripping
From my lips;
Filling my mouth
With the bitter taste,
Of metallic blood.

I stay right beside,
Like a fool with a heart;
I fell in love with my captor,
Oh, what a fool I am!

I forgive him and make excuses;
Loving him with every hit I take,
Mending his heart and trying
In vain, to understand a total
Psychopath.

Wishing he’d come to see,
And even maybe love me,
For staying beside,
Without a word of complaint,
And a try of escape.

But a fool I really am,
For he will never see,
Beyond a mirror he looks,
At every minute,
Of every day.

The Weep of an Angel

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                                                                                         Andrea Ferrer

Most of the time,

I feel like an angel that cries,

With wings that’re useless,

Enveloping me inside.

Flightless Bird

You hold the keys,
To the cage you’re in,
And yet you still stay within;
Singing.

Captivating your captors;
Entertaining them with your songs,
Because my love,
You’ve developed a syndrome,
Called Stockholm.

You’ve fooled yourself
Into thinking,
This is the better world;
You’ve turned yourself into
Their little flightless bird.

Sing my bird;
Spread your wings and fly,
Open the locks,
And never look back,
To a world that would only,
Ruin the beauty,
That you are.

 

 

Clear

What used to be,
A heart full of beats,
And rhythm,
Is now filled with silence

And peace;
A dead heart beat,
A flat line, and I swear,
I could almost hear,
The loud beep.

Silence fills the room,
And everyone could only be
Frozen in time;
Watching me in horror,
Taking their breath,
As I take my last.

Watching me, as
My eyes vacant;
My mouth open,
My face relax;
As my skin goes cold,

As all the life in me,
For whatever it was worth,
Slowly leaves me out cold.

Time slows,
And comes to a halt;
Leaving this place
Finally, after all the
Years I’ve fought;
Suffered;
I’ve endured!

I wish you all well,
And although I regret,
I can’t wait for peace,
For quiet;
I can’t wait,
For nothing.