The Girl in the Window, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Girl by the WindowThe Girl by the Window, Edvard Munch (1893)

The Girl by the Window

The full moon is high in the sky.
There is calm at this time of night,
Yet I’m not, I am sure the why.
For my body is wrought with fear!
Was told that fear I must control,
My life as is brings early death.
For reason I can’t meet my goal,
Will I soon take my final breath?
In the earth will that be the end?
May be better than current fate.
If soon my life I cannot mend,
When exactly is it too late?
Shall I just crawl back to my bed,
To simply wait for death to come?
But if there’s truth I have a soul,
Better I kneel, begin to pray,
To gain faith I’m willing to toil,
That time ’till end I can delay.
Is it correct for what I ask?
Not knowing what is best for me,
Is truly life’s most daunting task.
What ought to be done to be free?

Jealousy, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Jealousy-1913Jealousy, Edvard Munch (1913)

Jealousy

A fit of rage has come over me
What is going on I can see
It is here before my very eyes
Of course she would deny
That she flirts with another guy

Look at the smirk on his face
In her heart me he wants to replace
What is it that makes me shake
Is it anger or is it fear
When he and she are so near

Did I not win her with my charm
Now she does me mental harm
Turning into a timid little mouse
Feeling sickly and insecure
Not knowing if I can endure

Here I languish as a fool
My courage now minuscule
Confused without confidence
In this hell I will always be
For I am a victim of my jealousy

Through the Door, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Through the DoorSeventeenth Century Lady, William Merritt Chase (ca. 1895)

Through the Door

Here I stand within virtual darkness
Trembling with aching fear of the unknown
For my soul not the color of my dress
The past hangs from my neck like a millstone

Do we all fear needlessly of our past
Are our misdeeds self-expanding in time
Pressed so deeply forever they will last
From the hole we are unable to climb

There’s light escaping from behind the door
Can this be an omen of my future
Shall I have no fear of what my past bore
So many questions I haven’t an answer

Through our lives there will be baggage
What is needed is to offset it with courage