ArtStar Poetry (6)

by Wayne Palesado

Face drenched in liquid.
Redden in emotional turmoil.
Pain of the hour.
Hope flicking as drops pour slowly down flesh.
The internal depth of self is a flood overflowing.
Seeping out into vision.
So long dry in fear others to ridicule .
Emptiness felt in the daily pattern of numbness.
The sands of time run thin.
Wish you could exist without the consent need to fill the cup.
Animals are within my steps.
No room to venture in this commute that limits the insight.
Melting down until there's nothing left.
Want to freeze in this moment.
So the flow of tears halt before all is gone

by Wayne Palesado

Traveling to the dwelling of solitude.
Witness to the urban lions within their territories
Falling in the clutches of envy of the social animal gathering.
Time spent in fantasy is an addiction within the disenchantment.
Vocal devices fall silent as the door opens to the dark chamber.
Years have multiplied in these barren halls of the soulless.
Floors tear soaked as one hears the laughter outside this lone chamber.
The unchanging scenery has grown tiresome
Yet a comfort none the less of familiarity.
Formulate activities to distract from the clock's movement.
Still the sting of the hours feeds the inner torment.
The search to unlock this imprisonment.
Celebrations attended was your attempted escape.
Yet the dark chamber lingers within.

by Wayne Palesado

Convinced of your admiration as I accepted your company.
Sacrificing time to experience the delusion that was short lived.
How you reinforced devotion through a deceptive empty stare.
A fool within a desperate trap in an attempt to feel less of a loner.
Branded through the years, since this entrance from womb's embrace.
The umbilical coils has encaged me with their comfort and warmth.
Sheltering from the harmful elements that has nurtured others.
How can you ignore the illusions casted.
For isolation has created a creature deprived.

by Wayne Palesado

Tearing eye quenches the lingering thirst.
Bask in the hypnotic glare, only to despise it's touch.
You lay in abandonment of a long embrace.
Currently laying in silence to what was a comfort.
As a cold front formed, leading to escape.
Unknown entity was a being you became to me.
Memories seep into vision.
Daily routines dominate and distract.
My throat is dry as I am hollow

by Wayne Palesado

Stress filled, overloaded, disheveled being.
Unwound into a tangled creature ached.
Stemming from the abuse given daily.
In order to function within the progression.
Stumbling in the race that dictates it's winners.
Feel the sting as your lost in the populace.
Who is unannounced for your effort.
Weary and rotting in an aging shell.
Cracks felt, yet strong casing lingers.
How long can you survive? You may ask.
Question unanswered as the alarm bell rings in the mourning hour.

By Wayne Palesado

The urban face stains the vision in it's haze.
Beings rotting in their shoes of fashion.
The eerie Dragon creeps underneath this concrete.
Satisfying the hunger that festers in the flesh.
Reek of yesterday's embrace as you live in the sun's jungle.
Imagining destiny lost as institutions of passing penetrate the mental state.
Choosing the road to struggle in reality labeled Blue collar.
This endless journey of memories faded.
Awakens the beast who whispers the echoes of regret.
The creeping fear of a future not desired.