The written word

What is the cure for my wounded heart?
Is it the sweet words of comfort that lay on the written pages,
Past mistakes lived,
Poured by the creators of pain,
Masters of symphony that crushes the sound and tears the joy alive?
I wonder,
Do I keep myself in their stories,
As it easier is to relive the horrors of one’s life?
As no consequences are asked from the keen reader,
Paid in full by the author,
As clearly as the day that rises,
You can see,
The sweat and tears that ran rampant,
In the ink that now dries,
As the heart still bleeds.
But as my mind wonders and my eyes cross between the blurred lines of the letters presented,
I can not help but wonder,
What price was payed for such sorrow,
As who becomes the master of issues concerning the soul,
A teacher of pain and misery?

Between the heart and mind

Stuck in this perpetual limbo,
Where the heart battles the mind,
One pulling the tether that bounds,
The other fixed in his position to defend,
The past mistakes I called love.

I stand at the distance,
Watching the never ending debate,
My mind caught in between the struggles of the soul,
To carry on which is the choice,
To love blindly
Or to hate reasonably?

And each one of them,
Speaks the truth as they know,
Perhaps that is the sole reason,
Why my mind trembles between this war.
Stubborn they are in their ways,
To each their side prevails,
Each a hero in their own tales.

Who is right? And who is wrong?
The one that is left standing.
As my mind crumbles in this constant war,
I fear that I won’t make it.
As the heart wants what it wants,
And the mind despises the decision the other makes,
I am left alone,
A sole man in this never ending tale.

The voice I never heard

My voice gets lost,
In the sea of millions,
Forgotten as it stands,
Crushed under waves of imagination.
Despair crosses my mind,
As doubt takes ahold,
What once a proud poet said,
Now a mere shell sits,
Casted on the empty shores of life,
By the tide that swipes all,
Now he wonders was it all for naught?

Even the bright hope of the sun,
Means little to the one who is lost,
How can it allure,
When doubt ate all perception?
Now lost and damned,
I sit and wait,
For my eternal redemption.

But still, in the fearless moments that occur,
I find myself wanting,
Waiting,
Shivering,
For a chance so the voice of hope can be heard.

Mother

My face you do not recognise
But your tears I see,
Even if they don’t flow
I notice the sorrow your eyes hide
Broken under my embrace,
Your heart i feel,
The scars it took and the burden it carried.

You, The one who guarded my spirit,
You, The one who guided my mind,
Your best You gave,
For my life to have meaning.

The debt that can not be paid,
Even by two life time,
For your kindness and love,
Mine now stands,
Offerd, without hesitation,
In your time of need,
I kneel weeping for the light lost.

The meaning of life

For what is the worth of a man,
If not the legacy he leaves behind?
Ushered words that linger,
In the blood of our sons and daughters,
Is not the legacy of our fathers mere mistakes and sins passed?

The tenets we remember,
The creed we abide,
Navigating the narrow path of life.

Future that is unknown,
Feared it arrives,
Yet it is not the world which decides,
The life we leave behind,
Broken it divides
Left out hearts of humanity.
Sole flame that burns in each soul,
With a responsibility to provide,
Smile of our own.

Legacy of the forgotten

What if my story goes untold,
An unspoken quest never known?
Will my heart go bleak,
If its sorrow won’t be heard?
Forever lost amongst the grains of sand,
Just another song washed away,
Swept under the night sky,
One of many,
One of few,
Cry of the forgotten,
Proven to regress,
Heart blacken and rotten.

Even if a chance occurs,
And one mouth utters my name,
Know that it will live on,
Blurred and Swept away,
Yet alive.

Treachery of hope

There,
It whispers,
The most seductive words known to mankind.
There,
It stands,
On the shoulders of the damned.
Here,
Backed by our own voices of insanity,
Hope reigns,
Unchallenged, supreme,
Without an equal.

Followed by all,
Seduced by many,
It ushers new meaning.
But forgotten it stands,
The strength in ourselves,
Relaying on the strain of thought,
To wait for a miracle,
Rather to make one by our own hands.

The eternal question of love

I once said,
In your pain I have fallen in love.
But why is that,
Looking at mine,
You only see pity and sorrow?
Where I was mesmerised by beauty and grace,
You never saw past my mistakes,
Thoroughly digging it up.

Why? I ask.
I wonder, time and time again.
To what extent my soul needs to open,
To be viable for love?
Is it past its date,
Or perhaps it is to late,
As I never deserved love in the first place

Always for you

For you
my broken mind given,
Drenched in love and understanding,
Mended.

For you,
All the support I gave,
You took, invested,
Now yearning of your heart,
The once two pieces to be whole.

For you,
Always for you,
Every breath, every heartbeat,
For a reason exists,
A glorious purpose it knows,
As it smiles,
Awaiting,
For your embrace.

Absence of Id

In that moment
Just slips away,
Like a string pulled
By the wind
A song that I tried
Hard to seal in my head.

To what it was once,
Now I do not know,
As my head stays empty.
All I feel is the space in between,
An empty chasm of sorrow.

But why it left,
I can not say,
Perhaps to bright some else’ day,
But now left alone,
Without my friend,
Wondering how to rise again.

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