Sewage

 

 

 

Bursting, into tears falling cursing weakness
To whatever God picking up fight
Upfront loser, from sewage reaching out hand
For help in silence, despair veils the curtain
Less of hope closed becoming eyes
Holding onto all that had left
When rescued, seemingly pretend to live
Nostrils remind, a skin soaked smells
Nothing ever is going to be the same

 

 

 

 

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Hostage

 

 

 

My anger calls
demanding voice to speak
you being hostage
of those throwing you down the peak

Feed with the phrases of ancient times
obedient, secure – no effort in place
whip tightened stronger –
forgetting freedom’s taste

Breakthrough the nonsense
destroy obstacles lying your path
whatever meant to be
will be found with high looking eyes

 

 

 

Bizzare

 

Bizarre feeling
Deja vu

Slight coldness hold in the air
rusty leaves in their suit
the season has ended and started –
my mood

Of phase growing what once the dead
roughly no reason, no purpose, again
thrown by the blow, bouncing back forth
stripped of the clothing trees

Naked, surreal seem to be fact
we’re on hold until sun is back
grasp of the night, volatile the stream
before the moon rises

Hollow depraved in a lack of light
instead of meaning seeing only dark
nature has will, tools and a wisdom
in its beauty embraces the death

 

 

 

Counting

 

 

I’m counting, marking down the calendar
Cross of black every day passing
Getting me closer, plans will become
Non-verbal meaning comes thought
Life to be wasted, removed – forgotten
I shall do what it suits
No routine nor shackles
Or these faces I had given –
Remaining trust is no more
Tempting to tear this false apart
Without any more time, on hold
Patience my friend who cares of me
Telling me stories before falling asleep
What’s gonna look like –
Building this all from scratch
With your face nowhere to be seen

 

 

 

 

 

Lantern

 

 

 

Nuance so to say
Hearing all these stories
Soothe your sorrow
Taking emotions out

With a lantern
Handed to you –
The beholder, stranger
For whom the future
Futile casts spells

In seconds brightened
Empowered seeing the exit
Getting back to your life
Turning, forgetting though
He won’t leave –
He can’t

And on and on
Many have come
Taking off something –
A little bit of light

Thank you, goodbye
Meaning slips down
With no added questions
He stays inside

But I think
The craft – Prometheus curse
Have to be ended
Thus no one else
Search for the answer
Or give him a hand
To leave the nightmare
Of never-ending dark

 

 

 

 

Mistake

 

 

For my mind to seek you
Is a tragedy itself
Given the story –
Comparing grains of greyness
To sunbathed grains of sand
Without noticing shade
Drawn upon where I stand

I am indeed, myself

 

 

 

 

Fly

 

 

The worthiness of self doubtfully awakened
Premature happiness turns out to be imposed
For those words you withhold – snowflake stare
My heart seeking answers, burns
In fact, we were not breaking the cold
Everything assured it had to stop
Of emptiness one’s shame – single dot
Before the sentence has started
Thought when you talk – a beautiful smile
Wasn’t for me to be down the line
And it feels heavy, getting to know
There is no place that I’m calling home
Being ignored, brushed off – like a fly
In self-defence I will say goodbye