blob of clay

the blob of clay
i dont know when was born
or where i came from
but i remember the happy days
when i could run through the water
bobbing up and down
kids used to play with me
i was alive
and changing every day
one day i was a cat
the next day i was a house
but i was me in everything
and one day
a stranger came
and picked me up
he said he was gonna shape me
and he did
he moulded me
i screamed in pain
but to no avail
my body contorted
into an unnatural position
baked in the oven
now i am me no more
i am a sculpture
in a display
art but lifeless...

a funeral

something inside me died today...
i dont know what it is
but i know its gone
tears spill over
at the burial
without a name
am surrounded by my regrets
if only...
i smile
pretence
for life goes on
and i play along...
as the body stands
the spirit is buried....

reality bites....

ensnared by the pinks...
the colours and the fluff
cocooned in dreams
a young girl such as i
walking on clouds
heart full and more...
then reality bites
and its a mighty fall
the clouds have gone
and so have the colours
its just me
alone and faltering
trapped within this body
i curse myself
wanting to flee
i wish and wonder
what could have been
i fight against the questions
but there is no answer
no echo
just silence
tired and broken
i accept
i fall to the grounds
my tears seeping down...
so be it...