Lying in the darkness
Nothing here to see
The shadow of my lonely self
Just staring back at me
Lying in the silence
Deafening to my ear
The beating of my lonely heart
The only sound I hear
......
I wander through this land
Of broken promises and dreams
Clouded by the death of you
Wondering what life means
My colourless existence
In a world of black and grey
Reflects the person I’ve become
And who I am today
......
Body shaking.
Heart pumping.
Can’t breathe.
Feel like jumping.
Hot tears on the verge of falling.
Can’t break down.
Can’t start bawling.
Tears show weakness.
I’m not weak.
I’m mad as hell.
......
I wonder if the day will dawn
That I will wake to find
My life is not revolving round
The world I left behind
The days turned into months
And now the months have grown to years
But still the thought of you
Can turn my laughter into tears
We’d found a love so special
But we lost it all somehow
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You want to forget the story of Rome,
of dashing warriors and gladiators gloried across our screens.
You want to forget the prophecies of doom,
of weeping and a Saviour that may come
and pray that this peace remains
......
It breaks my heart to see you cry
An empty bottle and a letter to yourself
It breaks my heart to see you cry
To hold you is to be at home
Slowly but surely you are coming back to life
To hold you is to be at home
No-one knows what you mean
As it doesn't mean anything but to me
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Body shaking.
Heart pumping.
Can’t breathe.
Feel like jumping.
Hot tears on the verge of falling.
Can’t break down.
Can’t start bawling.
Tears show weakness.
I’m not weak.
I’m mad as hell.
......
My heart like a desert dims dry,
Streams of tears fill my eyes.
For my pains and sufferings still I cry...
What use is endurance but why.
My life is done, my thread is run.
Ages of lachrymose I have lived under the sun .
What future there is to long ahead
When you know that you are already dead?
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Dripping rains of eye clouds,
With accountability and responsibility.
Balancer breaks of inequality,
With status updates masking its tears.
Mirroring the glory of dreaming soul,
Never staycations felt it’s heart.
Others staycations cover up the spot,
Trying hard to make the kith and kin
Imagine her on this spot.
God’s blessings flood me with my needs,
......
You want to forget the story of Rome,
of dashing warriors and gladiators gloried across our screens.
You want to forget the prophecies of doom,
of weeping and a Saviour that may come
and pray that this peace remains
......