Backstabber

 Backstabber

By Elissa Rosenthal

You turned your back on me,

when I needed you the most.

Stabbing knifes into the life,

you treated like a ghost.

Why do you dare,

to call yourself my friend.

You have not been for years,

hardly were near the end.

You only talked to me,

when you needed to not feel alone. 

But later when I called you,

I was left crying in my home.

Why do you dare,

to call yourself my friend.

You have not been for years,

hardly were near the end.

Stillness

Stillness

By Elissa Rosenthal 

 

Sit upon the grass and flowers,

breathing in their soft essences.

Stillness comes and flows around,

as it simultaneously goes elsewhere.

Silently, let thoughts pass by,

wish you knew where you are in life.

Strongly hold onto the will,

that this in not the best you can do.

Slipping into the dark abyss of no improvement,

is scarier than death at this point.

Sway back and forth,

to clear these thoughts from your mind.

Shake them from their foundations,

so they do not grow roots to pull you down.

Stay in this stillness,

this calm,

your time will come around.