A Collection of Poetry Read online

way out for I am damned to Hell and I refuse to accept the moonlight as my companion.

  By: C. M. Hamilton

  “My Soul is Weak and Hollow

  My Heart is Meek and Shallow”

  My soul is weak and hollow

  My heart is meek and shallow

  A beautiful sunrise framed with the compassion of a thousand years of hope and triumph.

  My soul is weak and hollow

  My heart is meek and shallow

  My anger is harbored deep inside for it has sheltered me and made me who I am.

  My soul is weak and hollow

  My heart is meek and shallow

  In cold reasoning I was carved from the Earth’s stones and clay, forever to be alone.

  My soul is weak and hollow

  My heart is meek and shallow

  My life is a world of pain and love for I can only imagine what it’s like to be held.

  My soul is weak and hollow

  My heart is meek and shallow

  By: C. M. Hamilton

  “No”

  As I walk into a lonely corridor the ravens tears of misunderstood serenity seep into my parched skin and purge me of innocent wishes and prayers.

  My fears are gone, banished in the dark of the night giving way to a new hellish mark on my soul, as I turn my back on this life.

  I will forever remember the night I should have said no and I shall forever carry the scars of compassion as I could no more say no than I could take his life.

  By: C. M. Hamilton

  “On Starry Nights…”

  On starry nights…

  I love to watch my fears leisurely drift away on a soft midnight breeze.

  On starry nights…

  I love to fly high above the treetops and swim deep below the oceans surface.

  On starry nights…

  I love to sing with the shrill birds and I love to dance with the devious dolphins.

  On starry nights…

  I love to run wild and I love to play hide and seek.

  On starry night…

  I love to pounce with the tigers and whisper of secrets of the Earth.

  On starry nights…

  I love to laugh and I love to be myself.

  By: C. M. Hamilton

  “Protected”

  As Death travels a lonely road, I surrender to untold whispers of power and call out for a justified vengeance and pray for forgiveness.

  As he torments my mind with unending images of pain and betrayal, I realize I was never alone, and my prayers fell on deaf ears and a frozen heart.

  As an angel of God is always protected by their faith I am protected by my hate and unforgiving love of passion and weakness.

  By: C. M. Hamilton

  “Run and Hide”

  As an overpowering darkness descends upon me I realize silence has captured my heart and I am suffocating under the leaden burden of my sins.

  As I bathe in the hope only my faith can give me; I am found wanton by the secrets with-in the ocean’s heart and the moon’s unforgiving gaze.

  As I have no place to run and no place to hide I surrender to death’s dark prayer of peace and an emotionless eternity in hell’s burning depths.

  As mortal wounds of hate and loyalty are dealt until an innocent vengeance is gained; my forsaken soul screams with the injustice of a half life.

  As my mind plunges into an endless abyss of pain and regret, I wonder why I lived so long a life of betrayal when love was so close.

  By: C. M. Hamilton

  “Save Me”

  As my body is devoured by the blackness that I believe is my wretched soul.

  I struggle in a futile resistance that seems to tear apart my passionate heart.

  For I am yours and will always be yours… yours to protect and forever love.

  Will you give me the time I need to let go of my inner darkness and embrace your inner light?

  The darkness plagues my dreams and stalks my consciousness, completely unforgiving of my pain.

  Can you handle the darkness in me or will you run and hide like everyone else in my life has done?

  Save me from myself and all that is me.

  By: C. M. Hamilton

  “She Is…”

  She is…

  the dark angel and the redeemer of sins.

  She is…

  the bitter sweetness of love and loss.

  She is…

  the laughter of pain and the freedom of prison.

  She is…

  the spirit of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

  By C. M. Hamilton

  “Shunned”

  Shunned…

  In the dark of night I prowl, looking for the soul of a forgotten time and grieving for every lost child who can’t find their way.

  Shunned…

  In the blood of a mother I was born, raised, and loved. Then a curtain of deceit fell over me as I tried to turn to my father for help and was turned away.

  Shunned…

  My soul no longer belongs to me; but to the sorcerer of time. I fought it, but failed and I am now truly alone.

  Shunned…

  I am lost in the sea of a rose’s blood, hoping the unforgiving raven will give me a ride to pain so at least I can feel something other than love and hate.

  Shunned…

  I can only dream but even then my dreams are plagued by hopes that can not be. Their memories make me scream until my blood boils.

  Shunned…

  The crimson blood flows from every being as though they miss the very feeling of living and belonging

  Shunned…

  The stars light my way into the deadly escapade of my life, where only I can be free…

  By: C. M. Hamilton

  “Something…”

  Something…

  Stalking…

  Forever seeking a way in to warm its all too cold heart by the hearth, forever and always listening for your heartbeat…

  Thump, Thump, Thump…

  And its got you.

  Surrounded by mist and forlorn memories; self-inflicted or not your own; you can not distinguish between reality and your mind’s eye.

  Troubled times and troubled hearts weakened by chance or the hand of fate; eyes wide with fear, soul cringing… you stand naked and helpless.

  Rage sets in and pain licks at your consciousness, gluttony for material objects sells your soul…

  Something…

  Stalking…

  It hears your pleas for mercy and knows you cannot last much longer. It hears your heart beat in the dead of night yet again and laughs with glee…

  Thump, Thump, Thump…

  And its got you…

  It cannot resist the temptation to claim you for itself and lift its head once again in prayer to a dark sadistic god of love and harmony in a life of kill or be killed.

  Fear is now your ally and lets you know when to run and when to fight. You grow into a different person and all you know is stay and fight or flee and survive your mind calculating the odds at all times.

  Something…

  Stalking…

  By C. M. Hamilton

  “The Girl in the Back”

  You see her all the time and she always looks down.

  The pain and fear are there and yet she remains silent.

  She is the girl in the back.

  By: C. M. Hamilton

  “This Life is Empty for Me”

  This life is empty for me.

  I have seen the curtain of darkness cover the Earth and the sweet vengeance of innocence’s emerging victories from bloody battles between it and temptation.

  I see life a game played by a player won and lost by an opponent, seemingly meaningless.

  I have yet to see love and hate become one, banishment prevail, and water become dust.

  All through this I have seen stars fade and light dwindle.

  As one tear of hope remains let it be for the souls of those who were tortu
red, as my hope has abated like the light of the candle that sits by my mortal bed.

  This life is empty for me.

  By: C. M. Hamilton

  “You”

  You see the innocence of hope and the deadly silence of fear in her eyes.

  She sees the pain of love and the tears of time in your eyes.

  The addiction of pain is more than a mere mortal can handle.

  It set your blood on fire and flooded your world with an oppression of love and fear.

  You wanted, no, needed more of her irresistible charms.

  Your cries of pain could be heard by angles and demons alike.

  You were left shattered and alone in the shadows of a lost time.

  The flames of eternity licked her lips and chains of fate bound you to a destiny of choice.

  Her mind crawled with youth spoiled and tainted by a cruel touch.

  A sadistic love was born that dripped with malice and vengeance.

  By: C. M. Hamilton