The World is Harsh

The world is harsh my child
She whispers to her babe
With the weather raging
She tucks it under her cape

The world is cruel, little one
She coos at one so small
She holds it tight to run
Away from the fires maul

The world is cold, boy
She scolds one so young
Grabbing away the toy
And no pretty words sung

The world is greedy, teen
She suddenly raises her voice
Hands over the food to soldiers
As if they had another choice

The world is hopeless, man
She screams and shouts
Frail in her small straw bed
Weathering the storm and blackouts

The world is lonely, my son
She rasps to one so tall
With a tear down her face
She dies before nightfall


– Wisaal



There was this calling
This never ending cry
That seemed to haunt her
Never passing her by

She took it upon herself
To feed the thing that did call
And as she did so
She felt herself grow infinitely small

She wore it as her armor
Wore that tattered disgusting thing
And when the people mocked
She started to die slowly within

She told herself it would stop
That tomorrow it would end
All things would be okay
And she would finally mend

Years upon years went by
As she fed the creature within
The cry that she could not ignore
Her personal brand of sin

She came towards her last days
With all her wealth around
Realising it was too late
She felt herself fall to the ground

She had been consumed by it
This cry in her mind
And here at the end she found
What she had never been able to find

She couldnt hear it
There was no cry, no more
The greed that was within her
No longer did it rage and roar

She grieved for the time she spent
Following material things
For none of these objects
Were warm living beings

She was without love
Had done no loving deed
So all she sat with now
Was her own suffocating greed


– Wisaal

Dark Spot


I remember the fireworks that day
With my hands clasped in yours
I felt a strange stirring
A bittersweet force

As I looked at you
With sparkles in your eyes
I felt a glimmer of hope
Wiping away all the lies

They were bright and loud
Flashing in the night
I held onto your hand
Held on with all my might

I remember the fireworks that day
After you saved me from me
You planted a seed of hope
As if it were all meant to be

They danced across the sky
As if they were happy to play
They hissed and cried
As if they could chase the day away

I remember the fireworks that day
When my heart you moved
Even if for a moment
The dark spot on it was removed

I’d never felt such a feeling
It welled up inside my chest
Tears strolled down my cheeks
I could no longer feel pain on my breast

I remembered the fireworks that day
When the news came to my ear
It was was too harsh
More than I could ever fear

No longer were you in this world
You had left me all alone
Where you had once filled with colour
There was nothing but dull monotone

I remembered the fireworks that day
As I felt a pain I had long forgot
And all i could do was welcome
That familiar dark spot

– Wisaal

Moment lost

And sweet
Like a gentle touch
Or a racing heartbeat

And shy
With a hunger
That won’t pass by

And fire
Just flailing about
With a feverish desire

And frail
A moment gone
Without a single trail

In vain
For the moment
To come yet again

– Wisaal

Before the End

Only two months left they tell him
Tears spring to my eyes
I clutch at my chest
The truth can no longer be disguised

I can’t bear to look
What could I possibly say?
How could I form the words?
That everything will be okay

So I build up my walls
So high and so thick
I will be unmovable, strong
That should do the trick

As the days roll by
I shut away my breaking heart
I smile away the tears
And refuse to fall apart

I watch him grow weaker
So thin and so frail
Coming and going
A ghost, leaving no trail

I lock up my heart
And throw away the key
I will not break
This will not break me

I will support him
With encouragement and smiles
I will show him comfort
No one needs reminiscent wiles

Until his last days
He can’t move from the bed
He calls to me
Pulls me in and cradles my head

“Honey” he tells me
“These walls around your heart,
Tell me you love me,
Tell me you will miss me when we part”

“Speak to me of the days we lived
Of the happy times we had
Of the sad times, all of it
The good and the bad”

“I want to hear your voice
I want to talk of the end
I want to know
That you can mend”

Tears streamed down my face
And the walls came apart
And I cried at the pain
I had locked in my heart

And there we spoke
On the softness of our bed
We spoke of happiness, sadness, love
Of the past and the fabled times ahead

Those last days he lived
Filled me up more than the days before
And that’s how my heart could mend
Right before the end

– Wisaal

The Spear

Felt it spread from my chest
Deep and slow
It burnt bright and hot
With a soft heart aching glow

Felt the shivers down my spine
Cold and trembling
No longer walking straight
Falling about and stumbling

Felt it consume my mind
It confused me so
It teased and laughed
And refused to let go

Felt it suddenly stop
It all became clear
Like someone was piercing
My heart with spear

Felt it all the way down
As it shattered my core
Yet it was surprisingly blissful
Not painful, not sore

Felt it lift the haze from my eyes
And I could clearly see
That the spear that pierced my heart
Was a feeling for him from me


– Wisaal