Frustrated Questions

I sit with idle eyes
staring at a blank ceiling,
wondering where the world went
as I listen to the patient
sound of silence.

The world I created
gone in a fatal moment
while I listen to the raindrops
fall around my withered body
recalling past days of wonder

A piano plays softly in the background,
haunting chords flow from the strings inside,
like the memories I've so long pondered.
secretly hoping that I will die
never letting the likes of you destroy me.

You destroyed me, you destroyed my mind,
And all you left me was this ticket to heaven
I don't have anything left.
What happened to everything I've ever known?
Where is my happy world where I am King?

I'll just lie here in the bed that I made,
Alone with questions left unanswered.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved

Husks of the Forgotten

I let you in,
gave you part of me,
told you things that
no one else knows.
My secrets,
my fears,
you turned them
on me.
You used my blindness
to your own gain,
brought me to my
knees and pierced
my heart.
All along letting
me believe that
I was the one,
the only.
It's an interesting
game, and you played
it perfectly.
Checkmate,
looks like I lost,
every single barrier
I built, against this
master plan, has been
overcome and destroyed.
So as I leave the table,
broken and bloodied,
I say goodbye
and farewell.
I would look over
my shoulder
but that eye has
been gouged out
never to see again.
The beauty is gone,
the alacrity has been
annihilated.
All that's left is the
shivering husk
of the love I once
held,
felt,
and cherished.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved