Pockmarked Sky

Sitting here with my pen

Gazing in your eyes

Silhouetted in the holes

Of a deep blue pockmarked sky

Sitting here on a ledge

Learning how to fly

To the little windows in my head

That hold the pockmarked sky

Sitting here in the dark

So that’s what it’s like die

Wondering if I’ll ever reach

My fabled pockmarked sky

Sitting here on a cloud

Fondling my small knife

Sitting here by myself

Within a pockmarked sky

©Aarron Mondello
17/7/2018

Lonely Night

By Aarron Mondello

16/1/2018

Rain drops falling in her hair
Into their midst she blankly stares
Searching for what’s no longer there
For tonight her moon has died

Sadness fills her fit to bursting
In the darkness looming lurking
Are broken hearts tonight they’re hurting
It seems the sun has lied

The promise it made of warmth and love
Broken like the moon above
No loving arms around her hug
No comfort in this stormy night

Through the rain on broken feet
She walks slowly through the streets
And if her maker she does meet
From numb hands her heart he’ll pry

And still the rain runs down her face
Weaving runnels of silver lace
Covering up each painful trace
Behind this new mask she will hide.

©Aarron Mondello
16/1/2018


Image https://www.deviantart.com/art/One-Rainy-Night-597168632

I Need Your Hand

By Aarron Mondello

28/12/2017

I need to hold your hand, please
While I open the curtains wide
I need the sunlight to help me ease
The cold unforgiving night

I’m scared and I need your hand, please
To help guide me to the window
Lest fate begins to jest and tease
And leaves me lying in the snow

I just need to know you’re there, dear
While I pull the curtains open
While I listen nervously for voices near
Vile and softly spoken

Please my love just give me your hand
I’m begging you from my knees
Kneeling here in the grit and sand
Help me open the curtains, please.

©Aarron Mondello2017


Image

https://hawkke.deviantart.com/art/Hold-My-Hand-37222014