ECHOES

The echoes from past times

Of mental and physical crimes,

Haunt the chains I have made

Since my childhood was betrayed,

Echoes interrupt my being,

Constantly in my head,

Like a film I’m seeing,

Played and replayed,

Always bubbling away

Waiting to invade.

Echoes beat in my heart,

Drowning the love, you give me,

Unless I rewrite my history,

The echoes of the past

Will destroy us

Shatter us like Glass!

Some Days

Some Days

Some days don't you want to stay in bed ? 

Feel those woes weigh heavy like lead !  

Some days do you want to shout at the world ? 

But stay embryonic, curled and unfurled,

Some days when your inner sunshine dulls, 

Because Ideas constantly fight inside your skull,

Some days do you want to scream at your fate ? 

Wishing life's path was strong and straight,

Some days are what we need, 

So we feel the happiness seed, 

Some days they will be bloom, 

Banish all the woes and gloom, 

Some days life is the best, 

Forget some dull days and 

Reflect on the rest !

Some day .........

The Old Factory Sunflower Painted by Camille Engel