Even a little thing —
A refreshing breeze —
Brings it all back.
What I saw… was me:
A child with buckets of sand
Building a castle
At the edge of the tide
Hoping for a splash.
Innocence, now twisted
Emotions long misplaced —
Echoes of something
I once knew by heart.
And I find myself longing…
For that simple joy.
Will I ever return?
Wonder
Have you ever stared
Beyond the fog in from of you eyes
Being broken down -
Often helpless…
Pretending to be just like it -
Fine your response
But, is it really?
The kindness taken
The feelings given
For what is it, really?
Did anyone ever stopped -
Felt your misery within
Or went on getting
What they thought they need
Petty
Mirror looking back at me
What am I –
What did I become
Miserable man with a belief
Is there still place for me
Ones feeling hearth –
Over mind and chase
Am I broken – childless
Without wife to lift me up
When stories won’t add up
How petty I feel –
For what you expect of me
Embracing
Kind of thought I’m having tonight –
It has been a while
Where the pleasure lies
For the ones mistaken –
Path already prepared
Ones conscious mind
Searches –
What beyond lies
Chaos embracing
Falsehood shattering bones
Mind once mistaken –
You be you, and return home
Forgiveness
Forgiveness
isn’t easy
but when we both care
we can reunite
the battle
whatsoever
can be won
together
what if the battle – inside me
no none to blame
nor to survive
how to think of one – be it
an ally
a friend
someone you want to care of
it’s time to move on
and start over
though to have it done
when you cannot find strength
when you cannot forgive yourself
This is coming from the friend of mine who is quite shy and hesitant to write, or publish – would appreciate kind comments and critique in regards to this piece so I can encourage her to do so!
Salvation
Whenever you notice –
this is way too late
it may be it has been out there
yet nothing has been left
be it courage –
be it something you can miss
as it can be –
it ain’t going to resist
either your way out help me
won’t there be another chance
the salvation in the making –
for the creature that is lost
million paths – million stars
each has path following now
for I am looking for –
is not yet made of
this may well come to be
once the time comes
Longing
Emotionally – none present halls
passed through seeking echo
each whisper scrutinised deeply
for whatever form of life response
yet, those signs were ample
this has ceased to exist
he does not have a name
somewhere hidden – observing
as if there is some escape
awaits grace from the above
longing salvation
Endless
The one who owes, or rather seeks redemption – crossing the limit, haunted. With explicit numbness that looks are aware, shaded eyes drawn to despair – yet another bites the dust.
Through closed-off window observing outside, while anxious heart refuses, confined – is this the future, is this still life? What is an answer to end this farce.
An endless, meaningless strife.
The deeds misjudged, to mend seem too late – of many reasons there are no paths ahead. Impulse to change blown right up my face. And what comes next, scares me.
The weight of remorse a heavy burden to bear, memories the plague – mind has failed. Seeking forgiveness, but can it be found? The road to redemption is a treacherous ground.
An endless, meaningless strife.
Stuck in a cycle of guilt and shame, not even hoping for the things to change. The past won’t let go, it holds on tight. How do I move forward, into the light?
An endless meaningless strife, a battle within. The scars of the past, a constant reminder of sin. Is there hope for a better tomorrow? Or is this a life filled, forever with sorrow?
Burning
How many times have I pushed the self-destruct button?
In search of a fresh start I cast aside the pieces, watching as my world burns to ashes before my eyes. It’s a personal, final act, yet each time I try to rebuild, I always find myself back at square one.
And so I start again from scratch.
But with each attempt, it becomes more difficult to find the motivation to keep going, the sense of accomplishment that propels me forward. The wind no longer carries me, but instead I must fight against it, battling a losing war. It should have the opposite effect, fuelling my growth in a world that seems so fragile.
Maybe I’m trying to escape the expectations that come with life, or chasing the dream of becoming something unique, existing outside of the lines that define human life. But it all seems foolish now. The chains of daily life are tightening, slipping from the things I care about, forcing me to do things that bring me no joy.
I know that life won’t ever be easy, that success won’t come without effort. But as much as I enjoy sour foods, I feel like I’m becoming sour myself. With a hopeless, dim outlook, I can no longer see the path I need to take.
3AM
3.00 am
Now that the thought of going to sleep
Seems mesmerising –
Soothing for some reason
I wish I could either go on
Or otherwise just be there hanging
For what is worth
My eyes would be there focused
Whatever lies beyond I cannot see
Let it be the last time
…
Grabba 
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