Clasping

Oh God please tell me you’re invested
That the words you’ve said are trusted
And the light in your eyes was not reflecting
Transmitting MY glow when they found me smiling
Show me the life I’ve diluted was not in vain
Authenticate that your feelings will remain
For when I heard your empty voice
My heart whispered “so wrong your choice”
Your inconsistent frame of mind
Is demanding my feelings to run and hide
My skin is parched for an embrace
Don’t let this chance fall from grace
If my grip for you I ease
Never again will you touch my sleeve
(c) Elizabeth

Salvation

As the venom poured out of my mouth
I watched its fumes enter your body
I watched it reach your heart
It covered your soul and stole your strength
Your body quivered from the sudden attack
The guilt exploded in my heart
Releasing through my eyes
Guilty for my weary heart couldn't ingest the poison
Guilty for choosing to save
My drowning soul
My rusting heart
My dying life
Where were you when I
Screamed, cried, begged and pleaded
As my smile
My light
My love
Quickly faded?

Consequence

Stepping on the world below
As my fingertips reach for
the warmth
The light
The life
Of the sun
Hungrily needing to feed my soul
Desperately wanting to melt the ice that shields my heart
Selfishly fighting to fulfill my desires
Crushing my world with the weight of my dreams
Blinding them with the dirt from my feet
Marking them with the negligence of my steps
As the sun moves further and further out of reach
I grow tired of
Dreaming
Hoping
Believing
That the sun will meet my needs

© Elizabeth

ADDICTION

The violent current is beginning to close its eyes
As I realize where the river is going to end

Exhausted from its angry waves
They've cut me and bruised me

I remember times the water so cool so calm
It sweetly invited me in
Gentle words it sprinkled

Just my feet I remember saying
So tempting and refreshing
A few minutes longer, but deeper I walked

I could feel the comfort cooling my body
I felt the movement of the water

This time I went under
Holding my breath I came up for air

The water was ruff
I looked at the shore, miles it seemed

I made my way toward it
The current pulling me back

So tired I felt
Under I went, this time unwilling

I looked to the shore miles it seemed
No one to help me

I felt the wetness touch my mouth
It filled my lungs

I could taste the water’s edge
I was finally on it, its sand in my mouth

I looked at the water
I heard it inviting

The violent current is beginning to close its eyes
As I realize where the river is going to end…

©Elizabeth Dominguez

HOURGLASS

Should I shed my tears,
for the quiet pause which my life is at?

Should I wet my cheeks,
as I look behind and realize
the empty twenty pages of my life?

Should I frown upon my character,
for standing still while time is moving forward?

Should I hold my breath,
While my thoughts are painting
The dreams of where I should already be?

Should I fill my heart with disappointment,
for not yet finding my soul that lives inside me?

Should I poke my eyes to look inside,
and follow my so-called inspiration?

IN ITS PLACE

I stand here in my hourglass,
Drowning in a lost identity.

Instead of standing on it,
Living the life,
That I’ve painted in my dreams

© Elizabeth Dominguez

THE STANGER

What keeps my heart with you?
What makes me bear the pain?
What provides me with such strength?
HOPE
Faith for the person who once loved me to return
That left nothing but a stranger to watch their home
A stranger that doesn’t recognize my smell, my face, my voice
A stranger that denies my gift of love
This stranger that won’t open when I knock, even though my knuckles bleed.
Laughs at me through breath upon the glass
Hope is what preserves me on your porch
Quietly I wait for your return.
Hope will shield me from the stranger in your home.

© Elizabeth Dominguez

REMEMBERING

I still here the sound of his fading smile
Thinning laughter, from the last I heard it
No more can I feel the wet of his mouth
Sweetly tasting, from the last I met it
For My lips drank their last drop of kiss
leaving themselves arid and thirsty.
The loneliness whispers on my back
Reminding me of my lacking protection
Introducing me to the emptiness at my side
The strength of my stubbornness dries my tears
Wipes them before they drown the color of my eyes
© Elizabeth Dominguez