I try to put my heart into ink,
To spill its secrets upon the page,
But the words falter and fail,
Like broken wings refusing to fly.
Each stanza is a battlefield,
Where my heart wages a losing war,
Ink spills, but the essence eludes,
Leaving only fragments of longing.
......
I am a traveler in this life,
Drifting through days and nights,
Chasing dreams and fading stars,
Hoping to find my place, my bars.
The world is vast, and I am small,
Yet I have a voice, a story to tell,
Of love and loss, joy and pain,
Of all that makes life worth the strain.
......
I lie at night with music playing,
I convince myself it is to inspire
to create or feel or help me sleep
Instead i use it to drown the thoughts from my mind
An empty canvas with bright colours
I lie with eyes open in the darkness
for to close them is to invite images to fill the void
When they are open i see nothing
but closed i can see everything
......
Reverberating imperfections shade the glimmer of hope,
While the smell of death dilutes the billowing smoke.
Breath after breath we choke on our own existence ,
Why do we continue this game,
What’s with this unbridled persistence?
A blessing or a curse we shall never know,
In this bias world we live in we reap what we sow.
......
It now seems
There are consequences
To living wrong
Only one choice
Replicates
Enough to make
The difference
Enough to wake
The cosmos
For a midnight
......
I lie at night with music playing,
I convince myself it is to inspire
to create or feel or help me sleep
Instead i use it to drown the thoughts from my mind
An empty canvas with bright colours
I lie with eyes open in the darkness
for to close them is to invite images to fill the void
When they are open i see nothing
but closed i can see everything
......
In the depths of struggle, I confronted my plight,
With trepidation and uncertainty, my soul bled.
Alone, I wept, fears concealed, hidden from sight.
Weeks stretched on, casting shadows of blight,
As I grappled with the weight that lay ahead.
In the depths of struggle, I confronted my plight.
Fearful of disappointing, my heart took flight,
Desiring to honor those who believed in me, I pled.
......
I try to put my heart into ink,
To spill its secrets upon the page,
But the words falter and fail,
Like broken wings refusing to fly.
Each stanza is a battlefield,
Where my heart wages a losing war,
Ink spills, but the essence eludes,
Leaving only fragments of longing.
......
I am a traveler in this life,
Drifting through days and nights,
Chasing dreams and fading stars,
Hoping to find my place, my bars.
The world is vast, and I am small,
Yet I have a voice, a story to tell,
Of love and loss, joy and pain,
Of all that makes life worth the strain.
......
It now seems
There are consequences
To living wrong
Only one choice
Replicates
Enough to make
The difference
Enough to wake
The cosmos
For a midnight
......