Jeremy Mifsud's Blog, page 28

Winter Blues

Alone in my room

I got those ugly winter blues,

hail scratching the window

trying to break in.

Frozen solid, I lay under the blankets,

I close my eyes to see you again.

You invade my head in my sleep,

I feel you holding me

in your warm big arms.

You keep playing these games on me

making me desire you,

I hear your raspy voice by my side

and I open my eyes.

All by myself,

wishing you were here with me

to wash the blues away.

Hero

I have been the vulnerable one,

a delicate flower of gentle nature

living by small amounts of water.

Feeling safe when you hold me in your arms,

you feel strong and important

precious like the last guard of a secret chamber.

Yesterday you were crying to be saved,

desperate in vulnerability.

I stood up and saved you,

became your hero even though

it is not a role that I am used to.

Now I wonder if I can ever go back

to being held delicately in your arms

as if you were the hero all along.

Crushed

Six year olds

being six year olds

enjoying a break in class.

A girl, noticeably larger than the others,

two of her friends are laughing at her

for presumably passing gas.

The happiness that the children had suddenly disappears,

as she falls apart

lying on the floor

hyperventilating and crying.

Everyone gathers around

to see what is happening;

kids unknowing of the power words carry,

assuming she hit her head with a chair or a wall.

My eyes know that feeling,

a full-blown panic attack,

but this time I am not the one who is suffering,

it is a child, so young,

so innocent.

Thirty minutes pass by and she feels better

as soon as her mother arrives

to take her home.

She is determined

to never forgive those that she used to call friends.

In her mind,

they nearly killed her,

she has no idea how she survived.

If unintentional bullying

damaged a child who does not grasp

the meaning of things,

I wonder how much more harm

it can do to older kids,

teenagers,

who understand your words more,

who feel the pain cutting deeper.

I feel totally lost and confused at

how a person is determined to an inferior life right from the start,

because of their appearance.

Prince-Worthy

You built a palace out of riches

put me on the throne,

adoring me with every breath you take.

I feel undeserving of this love

wanting to escape

and leave the throne empty

for a suitable prince.

You deserve a royal person

pure as water

has a divine taste,

to quench your thirst for love.

Maybe all I need to do is stand up

walk down the stairs.

Sit on the throne,

love me by letting me

adore you

in all your mighty glory.

The Meanings of a New Year

Two people standing in a room

breathing the same air

seeing things differently.

One of them is digging their nails

into the walls,

latching on

to those experiences

that brought him joy

throughout the year.

He feels as if

he is at the tip of a high mountain,

and the next year can only drag him down

a slippery slope

that is hard to recover from.
The other person cannot wait

to forget all the things that happened

in the year he sees as the worst.

Every year he regrets his actions,

praying that the next year

treats him better,

while going on his days

repeating the things he regrets.

In the room

there lays a hidden treasure

full of jewels and bright diamonds

next to their feet.
The chest remains forever unopened,

one does not welcome it

as it can result in change,

and the other wants nothing to do

with anything related to the past.

Breathlessly

they run in circles forever,

unable to appreciate

the value of the present time.

Nauseating

My home is a temple

dedicated

to an evil demon.

I walk out of my room

and I feel my stomach

trying to regurgitate,

a strong repulsive stench

of slowly-cooked meat.

Appetite has left me,

stranded starving

with no will to eat.

Back to bed I go

laying frozen

staring at the ceiling

embarrassed of my mother’s merciless deeds.

Furiously I clench my fist,

frustrated that I am breathing

impure air

tainted by the exploitation

of animals virgin to sin.

Upset

I cry

until my face turns gloomy blue

promising mother nature

that I have no intent to harm

her precious lovely creatures.

Earth daughter

Dandelions in winter time,

sunshine rays are brightly shining

upon us

on this joyous day.

Clouds afar

eyes wide open

spectating

the holiest child

growing older.

A divine gift

that twenty-two years ago

the gods gave to mother nature,

a daughter

that all nature would celebrate.

Rejoice mooed the cows,

hurray splashed the fish,

humanity has been purified

even if by just a slight bit.

This daughter so angelic,

in her ways misunderstood,

a body of a human

finding it hard

to carry

the pretty heavy wings.

Never giving up,

she drags her wings everywhere she goes,

up the Eiffel Tower

step by step, if needs be,

she would never give up her divinity

just so that her life would be easy.

I cannot grasp the suffering

that she might feel,

yet I admire her greatly,

thus to Mother Earth I give

sacrifices

every day and every week

so her precious little daughter

grows up to be

happy.