A teen's passing, sudden and stark,
A soul gone, the body left in the dark.
Though not close, the pain runs deep,
A melancholic wound that still seeps.
Unexpectedly, at odd times it stings,
A sharp pain that lingers, I guess my heart still clings.
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Abyss
The heart hurts, in so much pain,
Anguish and sorrow, unable to contain.
Anguish and sorrow, unable to contain.
Lost in a void, so dark and bleak,
Misery takes hold, as hope grows weak.
Lonely and mournful, a time without light,
Death by a thousand cuts, toxic people in sight.
Their words and actions, a poison that seeps,
Leaving behind wounds and scars that cut so deep.
Barren and grey, the soul forlorn,
A dark night that never sees dawn.
Empty and bereft, agony that does not abate,
Perpetual torment the final fate.
Day by day, trapped with no way out,
A prisoner of the void, with no voice to shout.
Hopelessness consumes, an endless despair,
The black abyss is home now, desolation the only air.
Ramblings ...
Why do we worry about who will cry when we die ?
It seems futile,
Perhaps we merely seek an answer to - who wants us happy and alive.
Why do we want to know who will be impressed ?
It is just the stress ,
Of wanting to belong to an elite club I guess.
Why do we worry about the road not taken
Our road by another is 'not taken' either,
And yet we pine,
For the grass that is greener just across the line.
I see everywhere it seems - puzzled minds,
That wonder why they missed the train,
Just by inches.
It seems futile,
Perhaps we merely seek an answer to - who wants us happy and alive.
Why do we want to know who will be impressed ?
It is just the stress ,
Of wanting to belong to an elite club I guess.
Why do we worry about the road not taken
Our road by another is 'not taken' either,
And yet we pine,
For the grass that is greener just across the line.
I see everywhere it seems - puzzled minds,
That wonder why they missed the train,
Just by inches.
Song of freedom
She showed me glimpses of freedom , on many winter days beneath dreary skies ...
I was naive, idealistic and green and I wanted her to teach me how to fly ....
Summer days beneath a wide azure sky, the mountains standing at a distance ....
Springtime fields, yellow sunflowers; a vista that caught the eye ....
Rustic splendor, idyllic haze and a bird's cry ...
Clouds of dust from passing cars ... they passed me by ...
The road beyond the distant blue horizon ... gave me longings I couldn't seem to elude...
Yet everything I ever knew of freedom ... was the love in a gaze I never knew I would lose ...
