Aoife Marie Sheridan


R.I.P

 

Barren Landscape,

A harsh Breeze,

Sunless Sky,

Pray for me.

 

Nobody left,

No calling Birds,

The world departed,

Where is God?

 

Your taunts arise,

Deaf ears they fall,

What is left?,

Is this truly all.

 

Move one step,

Take two back,

Raw throat,

A Broken Heart.

 

Who will cry,

O cry for me,

Landscape broken,

Set me free.

 

Freedom Given,

The price you pay,

No turning back,

Not today.

 

What to do?

What to say?

One more chance,

Todays the day.

 

Rest your head,

The sun will shine,

Upon your face,

You are divine.

 

Goodbye to you,

 You’re sadly missed,

I will cry,

I grant your wish.

 

A wish bestowed,

The day you died,

O young man,

Here comes the tide.

 

Don’t you worry,

I’ll always be there,

Hands in hands,

I’ll treat them fair.

 

I’ll watch upon,

The ones you love,

Don’t you worry,

Fly white dove.

 

Sore high,

Among the clouds,

But don’t forget,

To come back down.

 

Give guidance,

A ray of light,

A small gesture,

A touch so light.

 

Always cherished,

Always there,

Our love for you will never falter,

this I swear.

 

By Aoife Marie Sheridan

  

Pebble.

 

Please don’t look to deep,

You may fall over.

Watch the surface,

See the reflection,

Don’t get to close, don’t drop your stone.

Don’t disturb.

 

O look at that smile,

Perfection.

My heart swells, my eyes dilate,

Yes, yes, this is it.

Don’t crack, hold tight.

 

Mind the stone.

Don’t. Please.

Don’t disturb the surface.

I can’t bear to see the ripples,

They distort the perfection.

And I am no less.

 

So take your stone,

And leave me in my world with none.

 

Breathe, Smile.

Perfection.

Something’s out of sorts,

A weight, a weight in my left hand.

I open it slowly and raise it to my perfect face, in my perfect hand.

That’s in my perfect world,

And stare at the pebble.

 

Just one pebble,

Why?

Why hurt me.

The colour fades,

My smile fallen,

I look in the mirror at the not so perfect version of myself, who smiles and says.

“Welcome back to reality”

 

By Aoife Marie Sheridan 

Broken Hearted 




 I refuse to be a prisoner of my heart,

I’m so cold, my warmth is gone.

So afraid, the ghosts are back.

So tired, sleep comes hard,

But if you’re wrong, why do I miss you so bad.

 

My heart betrays me.

My mind screams,

Let it be,

Let it be.

Will it come back?

Stronger than before.

You only miss what you lost

Or will it be just this.

This moment expanding into infinitive time.

Nothing more, a bottomless pit.

 

Come home to me.

Not just a part, but you the one I fell in love with. 


By Aoife Marie Sheridan 

Unfixable

 

You slip through porcelain fingers,

Grasping, reaching for reassurance,

But it cracks a fine through nothing.

Red spills from the unknown,

A dolls broken face discarded.

 

What we were once,

What we could be,

Shattered now, broken.

Unfixable.

 

Lips painted red want to speak the truth,

But pinchers tear the sweet swollen flesh,

A limp hand the sting a distance thing.

A golden bird its features black.

Pool with Pieces of Porcelain, a Porcelain face.

 

What we were once,

What we could be,

Shattered now, broken.

Unfixable. 


By Aoife Marie Sheridan 

Nana

 

The first thing I see,

When I look upon your face,

Are eyes so blue from a hidden place.

 

A proud woman with morals galore,

But you dare disagree,

And she would stick you to the floor.

 

O when you laughed,

Your shoulders shook,

And what a gift,

To see your face light up.

 

But when you cried,

You broke my heart,

Your blue eyes watery,

You looked absolutely torn apart.

 

Your will to live,

Shocked me to the core,

You fought so hard, your heels dug into the floor.

 

But the time has come,

And we must let you go,

We will miss you always,

But it’s time you went home.

Home to jack and friends from before,

I’ll see you one day.

I hope you greet me at the golden door.

 

Love Aoife Marie Sheridan 

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