Posted in original, sadness

On Deaf Ears

An echo into the void

I am just an echo.

No one sees, no one hears the haunting fears.

I scream!

But it’s all in my head

I am broken

The pieces are too small to put back together.

I’ve held on for as long as I could

But the void, it keeps growing

And this!

Whatever THIS is, it’s harrowing.

I call for help but it seems

It has fallen on deaf ears

And I am left to fend for myself as the void slowly consumes me.

©Maria Michaela

Posted in miscellaneous, original

Real Women Don’t Need Makeup 

I can’t relate to makeups

To tips and their tutorials

Sometimes I think it’s too superficial

But I hold my tongue.
Why can’t women be encouraged to read more books?

That intelligence is real beauty

That the mind be powered

Rather than the face getting powdered

That we buy more of what can help fuel our astounding brains

Rather than outer beauty that melts away with age.

Posted in loss / death, original

Hang Man

Outside he appeared to be jolly

Inside he was feeling hollow, empty

He could feel something creeping in his mind

It was dark, cruel, tempting, and unkind

He tried to ward it off, tried to fight it

But on days when he was awake and alone, he contemplated on it

Don’t think him too weak, it was a battle no one could see

It took over him so his life he took a finality

He bowed his head and there himself he hanged

The darkness he could no longer withstand