Some days it feels like the walls are closing in
No one hears or listens to the pain I am in,
I wonder if I am cursed or perhaps I have committed an unholy sin.
Always tethered to take the loss,
Not even one chance at winning.
It’s hard to keep my thoughts in check
When all I do is overthink,
My mind always has it foot on the accelerator.
People who I thought would’ve held me down,
Tend to be the ones who has an hold of the knife in my back.
I can’t even breathe a breath of fresh air
the atmosphere of toxicity,
Is all that I live in.
Striving to live, yet still I am struggling,
Needing help but no fucks giving.
In this hell hole I keep sinking,
Quicker than quicksand.
I am dying to live.
Still, I have died living!
©️Xavier J. Frazer
I’d once thought of love as fragrance
that produces a long lasting aroma,
An attraction that many can’t ignore,
Then I met you and the scent became unattractive.
Anything graced by your presence dies, be it tangible or not,
Clouds no longer hover above your head without producing lightening,
Before you love was magnificent,
Now I don’t even know what to think.
In my eyes loves color is lost,
An image it use to occupy in my mind
as long since faded,
Birds are now silent for they’ve lost their melodies and daylight has gone into hiding giving birth to only darkness.
The rhapsody lingers no more,
Silence remaining ever present,
You’re the sweetest soul I’d ever met,
But then you became the bitter devil I should’ve avoided.
© Xavier J. Frazer
So the haitus I took was much longer than I had expected, nonetheless during that time of self reflection, I have been working on two manuscripts simultaneously. Each manuscript upon completion will take on a life of it’s own.
The first will be befittingly titled DRIED ROSES; this book of poems speaks on matters relating to the pains and woes of being in a toxic relationship. With each gem that is penned the reader will be able to relate whether he/she has had similar experiences.
The second will be befittingly entitled UNORTHODOX MUSING; this book of poems will take you into world of an underserved youth, where anguish, frustration, death, Injustices amongst other things are ever present. With this book you will live through his eyes, die and be saved.
So be on the lookout for these upcoming collections. But before I go here’s a sip, a taste of what DRIED ROSES will be offering;
Her personality; abysmal,
An acerbic one
acetylene It gave an ache,
And I was a sheep
to her abattoir.
My death came quick
Then I was forgotten.
© Xavier J. Frazer
I have been absent from my blogging it’s not even funny. I am back though, after going through a tidal wave of life, love and family issues. To my fellow bloggers be on the lookout for my new and exciting works. I do hope the New Year has been treating you all well.
I have received a honourary certificate for my book ‘Soul Cry’. I look forward to the support from my fellow bloggers and poets. Go get yourself a copy of my book, indulge yourself in a soulful reading.
Thank you in advance.