November 3
I just want to cry, nothing else. Everything is so hollow from my vision. My eyes see nothing, andmy heart froze. I want to my heart to rush like it used to, back in the good old days. The watercracking open each vein in my body and my heart beats again. I slip in that moment. Becomeyoung again and feel myself in a really long while. I have been numb too long, only to realize mybubble will burst someday. How close I am to that day? Sometimes I feel everything and then just in a flash, I got nothing. It feels my heart stops beating, only to realise I'm dying from so long.
December 11
It has finally come. My heart won't let me go, into the unknown. It's doesn't want any hope. Hope iswhat causes pain. Pain has its own merits. A feeling of content, is what i get in pain. Happinessgoes in a blink. It is missed but pain is just pure. Driving the survival instinct, pushing us all to the extreme. I find that beautiful. I can't believe i am writing this. My experiences with pain shaped me.Who would i have been, if I never had never felt hopeless? Probably a happy idiot!
January 12
I lost the one i had. Could i have been more wrong? How could i see what was never meant to be?I look around, it's all deserted. I look so fine, a smile burying a thousand tears. They never tricklebut they cause pain. Silver lining is see; my existence will fade before me. And i ask Him, shinesome light even on a soul like me. Oh! i could never see, all He had in store for me. In my time ofdying, maybe i will kiss the silence, for when sun will not shine.
February 8
Whatever happens for good. Sometimes it gets so hard to believe. There you are missing on agreat chance, quite angry on yourself and you try to stay positive. Telling yourself it wasn't as goodas it seemed. Don't you know, itAs you are staring down the end of the tunnel, and you realise it'syour last shot of truly winning.When morning dawned, the waves had died. They kissed the shoreand left all their might. Sea had tasted silence after a long while inuproar.
To be continued...
YOU ARE READING
How else should I be!
PoetryFor there is hope, even for an inmate on a death row Then why are you so disheartened, don't you believe in the Word? Joy you find as heavens drop snow For a sign from God, observe how flies a baby bird.
