The moment the smile
became bittersweet.
In the blink of an eye
you disappeared.
And words written or spoken
cannot stop the pain.
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 8:45 AM UTC
No matter what I write down
or think or feel,
reality cannot reverse itself.
Neither will the holes drilled permanently
inside my soul.
RIP
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 7:42 AM UTC
I scream, inside the tomb
--
they placed the bomb
---
that used to beat and left it rot
----
wondering what was the cause
----
of such a breakdown.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC
One's remembered self;
the clash within one's present
self.
Christmas mournings,
childhood memories
of ripped apart years.
Those life pages
full of thorns
that never seem
to burn.
Circulus vitiosus
linked mental inhibitions
inability to construct
current ability to destruct and reconstruct.
The unwritten soul letters
from the heart sent to the brain.
The thoughts that still wake you up
on days of heavy thunder and rain
inside your head.
They will never rest.
The days you hide from the sun's rays.
The days you walk into complete blackness
to the other side of silence
with the only compass your own will to heal.
Your own will to heal.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC
I will edit my soul
with the colourless liquid
that escaped from the two overflooded doors
and stained page 255 on
the medical ethics section.
'Drop on the floor, drops.
Tear drops
never to return.'
A lullaby moaned
before hope runs out of
the small, plastic bottle.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC