Author name: Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.

THE SEAL IS BROKEN

They were the stories
never meant to be
told. Words spoken by
men in cloth, sealed
by whispering winds
forever buried among
secret handshakes.
They were the straw
on the camel’s back
the bullet for the last
man standing.
An empty bag drifting
feline gone amiss
the seal is broken
the book wide open
truth at last
set free

THE LAST EMPRESS

The dirt under my nails
soil mixed with blood
the last empress in
residence eternal
the mound with
flowers growing
the memories
fading
the dirt
remaining

PACKET OF GOLD

At the bottom of
the stairs
there’s a packet
of Gold
can’t be mine as
I don’t smoke

(Wasted)

When I asked for
Lights she gave me a
stare and a what?
I pointed and got
what I got, forgot
I don’t smoke

(Wasted)

At the bottom of
the stairs
there’s a packet
of Gold
almost empty
building dust
waiting to be set
alight this night
waiting for you
as I don’t smoke
anymore

THE STRAIGHT AND NARROW

I wanted you to
keep me on the
straight and
narrow to
bring out the
best in me
forever and
ever

Little did I foresee
your plans of
padded walls and
jackets with extended
arms to align me
with the rest of
your world

The creative flow
as water in
winter
never quite reaching
the peaks it
used to
anymore

I wanted You but
You were not quite You and
neither was I and
I hope you see that
too

THE CITY OF LIES

I made you up
I blew you up
your sky’s the limit
breathing helium
Your man in the sky
the big cheese
tattooed and
filled with dreams
as long as you pay
to fly his wicked way
with your choice
on ice
always cracking
in the city of
lies

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