My Poem “Exodus”

People are leaving...
there appears to be a mass exodus...
people are choosing to uproot themselves
and start a new chapter in a new setting;
however there are still the shadows left
of those whose presence
we will never forget.

Places change, people change...
nothing and no one is
ever meant to stay the same...
photographs that start out
as symbols of hope and optimism
over time do begin to fade...
after something monumental happens
that shakes the foundations of somewhere
people are always left in shock
and always look around and want answers
from those who they believe
are ultimately to blame.

There is always a first time for everything
and there is always a last time...
everything and everyone
wants and needs trust...
there is always a feeling of disappointment
when people realise that they have
been deceived into believing a lie.

Everyone has to make the right decisions
for them
at the time that they are faced with a choice -
and for some people, when they look around
and at their surroundings, and they think about
how, who, and what they have always known
might have changed in ways
that are unpalatable for them to remain,
they sometimes choose to make
the life-changing leap with others
who have also chosen to become
a part of the exodus.

My Poem “The Restless Club”

I can't sleep... I have insomnia...
for some reason my mind
is too active to switch off -
as if it is flooded with too many thoughts,
too many feelings, too many ideas,
leaving me staring at the clock.

As I have laid here in bed,
under the covers, with my eyes momentarily closed
and then open wide,
I have been thinking and wondering
about life and where the lights
of my journey have taken me...
I have been flicking through
the many pages of the book
of where I have been,
with whom, why, and how,
and considering the many rhyming verses
of my internal and external poetry.

I don't know why this happened
tonight of all nights -
but what I realised was that,
like everything, I was meant to be
awake for a reason...
I don't know why, what, or who
stopped me from sleeping
the whole night through;
but as a result of not being able to sleep
I chose to do something I had
not truly done for a while: listen -
and what did I hear at this early hour?
Nothing, no one - and yet I know that
something and someone was right there with me
holding my hand and telling me not to hold back.

I know that most people would rather
be sleeping when everybody else
around them is doing the same,
but no matter what someone is doing
someone else on the other side
of the world may be doing the complete opposite -
and for every person who is able to
sleep all night and every night
there are those whose mind
sometimes finds it hard
to get the rest that it needs,
and though most of the time
I can and do sleep like a log
tonight, this morning, I find myself
a poetry writing member
of The Restless Club.

A Poem A Day #217: Message in a bottle

“Message in a bottle” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Sound of Mark’ which was published in 2014 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings

A Poem A Day #216: The Bookstore

“The Bookstore” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Sound of Mark’ which was published in 2014 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings