How to Ask

How must one ask when the questions unclear?
Every syllable a realization of what we feared.
Lost only to the pride that make our beds.
Pretending the needs only in our heads.

How must one give when they’ve yet to receive?
Engulfed in a constant state of need.
Longing for even an ounce of change.
Praying for miracles no longer seems so strange.

How must one know when an answers been given?
Especially when the questions been hidden.
Looking closer one may disagree.
Perhaps they’re there, we just cannot see.

Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes

I Did It All For You

I’ve played the drums of sorrow
I’ve walked the road of dreams
The time I have is borrowed
And all I owe is me.
Maybe one day I can stop this
Maybe one day I will see
The world for what it really is
Instead of what I want it to be.
I think that I may need you
I think we can be one again
I hope that day will come soon
But only God knows when.
Nobody knows my sorrows
Or that I long for a love that’s true
I gave back all I borrowed
And I did it all for you.
I wish we were together
I wish we were one again
I will wait for you forever
I will wait until the end.

Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes

All I Want Is A Door

I no longer remember a place called home
Or the last time anyone was welcomed at my door
Who knew these memories be the ones I miss.
As I wonder these streets all alone
What made me laugh doesn’t anymore
For I been reduced to nothing more than this

Homeless, and nothing more than this
This box, the only place I can consider my home
Been so long, I don’t count the days anymore
I just sit here begging, praying for a door
To shelter me from the heat, cold, and being alone
If I ever made it out, this box I will not miss

Strangers do ask me what it is I miss
As if there has to be something much more than this
As if there is a cure to being abandoned alone
And how I may not have a roof, but I have a home
And I ask “do you know the value of a door?”
Because you will, once you don’t have it anymore

Those days I just don’t want to be here anymore
It stirs up these feelings I long for and miss
Never thought I’d be one to darken a door
This was not my choice, I didn’t ask for this
To stand here begging for food in front of a home
Belonging to a family who wish I’d leave them alone

But what do they know of being alone?
Or how it feels to be told “Scum! don’t come back anymore!”
Or what it means to really have a home
How it feels to have memories of simplicity to truly miss.
I’d wish this on no one, even they don’t deserve this
I know I now understand the value of a door

I believe we all take for granted the luxury of a door
And what it really means to be forgotten, to be alone
I pray there is a life for me beyond this
Because I just can’t take the pain anymore
I want to hold everything I miss
I want the warm embrace of a home

I’m tired of being alone, I don’t want this anymore
I want to leave this box I call a home, I want the one I miss
All I really want is this; All I really ask for is a door

Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes

Don’t Pass Us By

You
See us,
Yet you just,
Tread right on by
While we stand here in lust,
Longing, begging, hell, even cry
For one simple word, for one little “hi”
For someone, anyone, to hear us out in lieu
Of judgment passed through society’s eye.
We long for a Savior in time
As we bathe in disgust
Help us survive
This unjust.
Push us
Through

Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes

The Path

The path we walk is tightly woven

Long, wide, and far perfect

Bumps scatter across the surface

But the one I see is surely broken

 

This broken path appears so swollen

Divided, loose, and made uncertain

This is not the path I chosen

I’ve lost my way, I must have fallen

 

Fallen deep within a path of confusion

Distorted, battered, with no real purpose

Walls transform the bumps on the surface

I need to escape this path which is broken

 

The path I walked was tightly woven

Long, wide, and far from perfect

Hope was scattered across the surface

And Hope will return me to the path I had chosen

Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes

A World Apart

Exhausted

I began counting sheep

Then stumbled off into troubled sleep.

My mind went back to a vivid dream

Only much of it had changed,

Fear rose in my chest,

Nothing was what it seemed.

 

A place so dark

It rang all night for the dead.

The consequences of their choices

Filled my mind, and with dread.

 

I try to clear my mind

For I could not see clear.

To escape the angry voices

I could not see,

But feared.

 

Lost, I wondered

What is this to me?

A dream,

The place of my usual serenity

Or a nightmare,

A haunting sight that seared a memory?

 

Or could this just be a bad dream?

No, it was not a nightmare,

It was

Reality

Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes

Broken

This was our family’s touchstone

It held so much history and our hopes,

We couldn’t escape the vigilantes,

There was just no place to go.

Feeling empty and confused

And through tearful eyes, I cried

Now look at our family’s touchstone,

They took all it had inside.

Nothing could protect us

And things were not the same

We lost our identity, our touchstone…..

Everything had changed.

They took everything from us

And I met reality face to face,

We have just become a number,

Family One Nine Seven, Eight Eight

Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes

Together, A Crisis of Identity

A sense of isolation

From being part of the majority,

People complained everyday

But we were together, weren’t we?

Crowded together, with many strangers,

Who drifted about aimlessly.

Strangers?

What did that mean?

We were all Prisoners in our own country,

We were all gasping for breath,

We were all branded the enemy.

This is so confusing,

Who are we, really?

Where are we left to go?

With questions They cannot answer,

Uncertainty is all we know.

Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes