The Undated Poems Collection

Weave your lies and deceit,
spin your filth and vulgarities,
in the end that is all you have to hind behind.
You never thought about your actions,
the mean thoughtlessness that you showed.

Crawl along the carousel,
you think you are hidden and unseen,
but one by one you see the faces look at you,
as you are put on show as the carousel turns.
You try to hide, but there's no more holes or,
backs to hide behind.
You are now seen, you are now alone,
the first time you have been alone in your life,

Even those you call friends,
are nowhere to be seen, they ran from you,
disowning you, taking so much space between them and you.
And you look at the faces from the carousel as it turns and turns,
slowly you realise that those faces are familiar,
the faces of the one's you created a living hell for.

Your diabolical actions resulted in a reaction.
Try to hide, there's nowhere to go,
nobody is at your side, you are now a victim,
the tables turned as destiny showed you revenge.
The faces now laugh, and fingers point at you.
You start to cry, warm salty tears falling down your cheeks,
but nobody will help you,
Where was your pity and mercy?

Where was your pity when you created lies,
that caused a girl to commit suicide?
Where was your mercy when a boy,
was being spit and hit on in a darkened hallway?
Where was your pity when you started rumours,
that split a loving couple up, just because you were jealous?
Where was your mercy when you laughed at a guy,
who was interested in you asked nervously to take you on a date,
and your answer was a reckless laugh and a vicious rebuke,
which cause the man to drive his car off a cliff?

And now you are trapped on a carousel that turns,
So, you see all your victims, dead and alive,
seen and unseen to see you at your most needy.
Now you are crying, you now feel the sting of tear weary eyes,
you feel hurt, the pain, the hate you caused and created,
by your reckless ways.

Do you think you deserve mercy and pity?
Do you think after all you done; you deserve a chance to apologise?
Do you think after all you said and done; you will be forgiven?
Diabolique, that is your name and your nature,
Diabolique is the persona that you built up,
to hide a truth in your own life that is never far from the surface,
and that is your unhappiness with yourself and your own life.

One by one the faces stop laughing,
one by one the hands drop, and they watch,
dead and undead as you turn on that carousel.
You see the pain, the tears and their memories in their eyes and souls,
You feel the feelings and emotions from them all,
You now begin to understand what they were put through by you,
and you cry fresh tears and whisper through sobs
"I'm sorry, I am so sorry, please forgive me, please forgive my sins,
against each and every one of you."

One by one you hear the voices of the faces float toward you,
no more they laugh, no more they gain enjoyment from your tears,
now it is what you need to hear, your release.
"You're forgiven," the voices say one by one,
And the carousel slows until finally it stops and
the voices as well as the faces fade, as if this was a surreal mirage,
but you know it was real.

From that minute on you are changed,
the experiences of all you hurt now a burden on your soul,
you never forget or forgive yourself,
and it is this memory that you will carry to the grave.
Diabolique is no more.