Silence the Enemy

The room's emptiness reinstates he's alone,
Yet the silent solace has been broken,
By who or what?,
He scans the space for the answer,
But he is still alone,

It first starts as a low drone,
The drones soon turn into words,
These words create forgotten sentences,
These sentences form voices that reverberate in his mind,
Soon those echoes make their way into the empty room,

He relives the moments that he wished to forget,
These memories come to life to haunt and torture him,
Ghosts of his past which bring him to his knees,
He let's them consume his mind, body, and spirit,
For he has chosen the silence to be the enemy
~NDW

The Path

He slips into the back ally which no one ventures,

The darkness consumes the light making it hard to see the path,

The street lights act as a guide like stars in the sky,

Up above there is a light on in an apartment window,

He watches as the shadow paces back and forth,

He wonders at what thought which has this shadow so upset,

He ponders this no more and reaches the end of the alley,

But not the path

As his journey continues he reaches a bluff and looks at the city lights,

He overlooks the skyline and looks at the city lights,

The lights reflect off the dark water and reveal an opposite world,

He smiles at this thought and embarks again at his search,

Along the path is a rusty, rocking bench,

The paint has been chipped away much like that of his heart,

The bench creaks and moans as it rocks back and forth,

As if there were two ghosts sitting on the bench,

But it is merely the wind

The further away from the city he gets the darker the path becomes,

The city lights are now a glow like that of embers to a once forgotten flame,

He now relies on the moon for showing him the way,

As the world grows into pitch black he begins to see silhouettes in the trees,

He turns only to find it is only his imagination playing tricks on him,

There’s nothing there,

All the shadows, silhouettes, and ghosts are nonexistent

The path finally ends as he reaches his destination,

He falls to his knees as his pants begin to soak in the grass’ early dew,

He puts one hand on the stone and lowers his head,

He begins to weep as he lifts his face to read the stone,

“Rest In Peace” it reads but the stone’s writing is unfinished,

He draws a single rose from his coat and lays it upon the stone,

He turns to leave,

But as he does the rose begins to turn white as its pedals begin to bleed,

The blood red runs along the side of the stone relieving the unfinished word,

“Love”

~NDW

New Life

The silent giant stands his ground,
Enduring the elements from harsh winters to deadly storms,
His rough, rigid skin bears the scars he has acquired,
But these pains do not stop his continuous growth,
For in the spring he grows into new life,
New hope sprouts from his outstretched arms,
The smells of new beginnings fill the surrounding air,
I can't help but sit underneath his earthy body,
I feel at home laying under the tree of new life
~NDW

What Makes a Man?

Whats makes a man?

Is it the money he makes?
Is it the chances he takes?
Is it the amount of tears he's cried?
Is it the number of promises that he's lied?
Is it how many times he sews his broken heart?
Is it the people in his life he must see depart?
Is it the etched scars on his face?
Or is it all the memories that he could never erase?
What makes a man?
All these things make a man,
But these all break a man,
For nothing makes a man,
They only break a man
~NDW

Poison Ivy

Her glistening smooth skin,
Distinguishing her as someone beautiful,
Her hair flaming red,
Displaying the passion she has for her children,
Her mysterious smile,
Luring the simpleminded to their doom,
Her lips so luscious and so wet,
Kissing them would seal your own fate,
Is she friend or foe?,
For you to decide,
But she wasn't born this way,
She choose to be this way,
She went by a different name,
Pamela Lillian Isley,
Now known as my Poison Ivy
~NDW