"Confused" by Joanne Louise Sheard

You look away

In a lone some world, in a needless world.

You stare as if your judgement has came your way or the judgement of I

Take a bow and the curtains will close.

You look away

The curtains reopen and you let the crowd cheer but you smile as if you were only acting yourself.

Hiding in the darkness. Bleeds the wings what can not spread.

Thee heart roars in the forsaken world.

But you smile and cry out your pain when the day has been done.

‘Looking at me.’

‘You turn your head away’

You turn to your duty as if, I am nothing in this lone some world.

Though this puzzling way. You turn your head in a shameless way.

Your eyes wonder and your breathing is silent and still.

A cross the land’s into an unknown world.

My heart gives out pain.

Terror inside me.

Terror what surrounds all of the acing body.

A lone some world for an ugly lady.

Freedom far away…

Old hag… Hag of a woman… ‘They called me’

Dreaming by heart.

I seek….

And find an empty heart. What stands still in the circle of darkness.

Try and find my fruity friend.

Comfort me now while my head burns and sweat pours.

Salty am I.

My tears fall in this shaken world.

Skeleton am I, ugly maybe.

Feared maybe so

Dreamless not so

One day I shell reach that petty tree. Not that acing branch of the tired some old tree.

‘Not I, not I’ I speak

‘Not I’

Cry alone they say ‘alone’

Alone I shell. I will be a lone in this needless world.

Acing as if the ranged oceans died in my fallen path.

Since this very day my heart broke into thousands of pieces of rotten glass what flowed in the winds of a spring morning. While the drawn came though from the horizon. While night and light was compound together of a statement of just of minutes.

The world turned while I cried in the terror what hurt me so.

‘Walk away, walk away’. She says.

While the heart burns the tears burn into the skin as if screaming can not be enough of the painless world in a dying age.

‘Stand still’ they say.

There words mean nothing on a cold morning. On a winters day.

Confused maybe so

But the days are bitter and cold and the hunger strikes in the most midst of days.

Until the drawn brakes there is no sound of an echo insight.

Skeleton am I, maybe so

Feared maybe so

Dreamless not so

Cry alone they say ‘alone’

Alone I shell, alone the answer is.

I live, my soul burns the light of inside me.

One cold eye wants to cry. Half of me want’s to die in a bitter world.

My heart wants to break free. My lone body cry’s in pain of a forgotten joy in life.

Hide in the meadow so your face will not be seen while the angels sing in there joy. Run as if they never looked at you so you won’t have to be a shame for looking at your odd wings.

Alone you are. Alone forever maybe so.

Until this day is done their will be no longing of a lost love what once lad the acing pain of truth and honesty.

Fallen by a thousands knives what crave into your rare body while blood spills into the unknown world where truth and love will never be.

Lost and afraid

No where to run or hide the truth will hurt.

The lakes will dry out and a hole will be placed in a weeping soul.

Terror looks inside of me but holds on to me as if I am nothing.

Dried and bare

No where to run

An endless rage will die but sadness will scream.

Confusing as it is. I lay only a dream of hope.

My confusing mind will judge me for the in tire world will not stop looking at I.

Life ends the circle will begin again.

The angels will sing and they will cry as if I was crying.

A breath of silence you were.

A walk in the park you were.

The death of I would hurt on your old racked body.

However anger am I.

The endless world will speak with one word and one word only.

But a hope may seem so far away. A dream will live. But a dream will end.

Sorrow and sadness echoed in the sights of the creatures who live.

Hold on as the ride pulls into the rough edge of your body while the soul breaks down and the heart screams. While mind takes over your body and your anger screaming in the rage of your mind.

You turn

As if a day goes by the answer is nothing the sounds of your breathing die in the dying sounds of the lost long dreams. Hope is now acing in the crying of lost love.

Find a way to reach the hole of the waterfall ground while the cave is dark reach to the light streaming though the edge.

Hear the cry’s of the wicked and let them scream out of your old body. Blood will spill and dream will be freed believe in the surroundings of something and break free.

Hold on my dear….

Better then I will always be but I dream of hope.

Break free….

Till the very end of this dream.

Lay, low and still. Then cry for this shaken world.

Confused is only the beginning of alone some world.

Break free, my dear friend… and I shall lay my shaken arms on your bloody heart as if we were angels of this sicken world. We will lay down are old hands and let it become a dream what will give life as if a bird is set free from a tried some old tree........

This picture took about seven to eight hours. I drew this drawing when I was in France in august 2005.