a dull speck of light on the far horizon
minute dust debris floating in the still air
a single drop of cold water spattering
obsolete souls surviving in a stagnant universe
a disembodied life anchored to a fleshy vessel

Dawn Whitehand conte

© Dawn Whitehand 2015


when was the last time my heart bled

not for you

but for a tear never cried
for laughter never heard
a gentle touch never felt

when was the last time my heart sang

not with you

but for the warmth of the sun
for the crunch of autumn
a fresh drop of rain

when was the last time my heart breathed

When Dawn Whitehand ink on handmade Paper_1_1

© Dawn Whitehand 2015


your reflection stares back
indigo eyes blazing
a pale ghost looming
bad memories
refusing to fade
tightening the grip
vice-like on my mind
squeezing relentlessly
till my soul erupts
and is no more

Dawn Whitehand indigo Eyes

Pen on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

When Words Are Too Late

the words left unsaid
are the loudest
a mute plea
falling on deaf ears
a silent scream
echoing from empty walls
a voiceless cry

i love you

Dawn whitehand drawing

Dawn Whitehand Pen on Handmade Paper Doodle Drawing

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

More Insomnia

sleep is evasive (3.53 am)
the long dark shadows of night
a security blanket (3.54 am)
enveloping my thoughts
cleansing my mind (3.55 am)
stealing my sanity
eroding my self (3.56 am)

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2015




The Darkness

it grows
a dark tangled clot
a malignant tumour
rotting my mind
devouring my soul

Digital Drawing

Digital Drawing

© Dawn Whitehand 2015


The Day You Went Away

the day you went away was bleak

a howling wind announced you departure
torrential rain washing away your footsteps
silence reverberated from cold walls

and still does

as does haziness
a gray halo encircling emptiness

where once a heartbeat sang to the rhythm of life
now only silence bemoans the hollow wail of death

Dawn Whitehand

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

Endings or Beginnings

death stares
your cold eyes
icy hard
drill through my head
penetrating my core
a laser beam
red hot
crippling my thoughts
paralysing my limbs

to not care
my only salvation

so I don’t

and I am free

Dawn Whitehand Conte Crayon

Conte Crayon on Handmade Paper


© Dawn Whitehand 2015



Sunset at the Olgas

smudgy water colour
pastel hues
jagged horizon
haphazardly strewn
perfectly captured
a vibrant backdrop
focusing red rocks
whispering in silence
empty you head
listen… The olgas

© Dawn Whitehand 2015