Dhom's Poetry

Love.

It's like a merry go round...
For a time, it's amusing..
Watching the world spin,
The colours blending together,
Until nothing is recognizable..

But after a while...
The blur of colours resemble
a mix of everything you ate...
And the spinning sensation that at a time,
Gave you a buzz...
Becomes nauseating...

Grasping on to that pony...
For dear life..
You want something...
Stable..
Safe...
Grounded...

But when it finally stops
The ride ends...
All you want to do..
Is ride it again...

Sing sweet voice...
and keep danger from waking just yet..

Paint the world beautiful 
..with your tender words..

Come close...
Let me breathe you in..
for you smell better than any flower.

Smile...
Such a simple task that does so much for me.

Look deep into my eyes.
You'll see my soul...
..you can have it..

...Stay awhile.. 
....until I fall asleep
..to dream of nothings..


Hold me...

       ..close..

...never let me go.

This game we play...
...delicate and spinning.
Tip toeing around words...
unsaid..
..in deafening silence...
...dancing as if unaffected..
..how long will it lasts?
Who will break first...
..Both hold the upper hand..
....both feel in control..
Unaware of the reality..
..that we are both lost.
this game we play..
will kill us...

I walk away from you.
Not with hate.
For how can one hate when they are yet to love?

No,
Not with malice,
Nor vengeance
or even resentment.

I turn with fear.

Fear of the future.
Fear of liking
Fear of loving
Fear of losing that love.

With a single glance,
the numb bubble of grey
in which my heart resides,
burst.

The endless lake of blue,
distributed
with a thousand ripples of thoughts and feelings.

The untouched shore that is my soul,
my being,
is left with a single trail of footprints.
Markings that could now, never be erased.

To stay
Would challenge me to face the fear of losing apart of me.

So I turn.

But what is this?
A hand clasping mine own?
A warm breath on my cheek?
A gentle whisper in my ear that's so soft,
my thumping heart
all but engulfs it's words.

Words of want.
Words of need
And a single word that catches my breath.

It is with this four letter word that
removes the veil of fear from my eyes.
That casts it aside, thus losing it's hold on me.
I spin to see the face who's pools of blue
I sink in.
I drown in.
I know now,
That I will never turn again...

Mask the truth and smile at the world that gives nothing but the reflection of yet another mask. 
Fake is the shop assistant.
deceiving is the government.
Two faced is the "loyal" friend.
Hidden is the truth...
So shield my dear. Be but the Russian doll with the painted face whose true form lies behind yet more 
layers of innocence, ignorance and indifference.
Mask the truth and smile at the world that gives nothing but a reflection of more masks.
It lies shielded.
It lies hidden.
It lies forgotten...