He walked out on himself,
Left his book half-finished,
Buried deep within his shelf,
His skin burnt down to thinnest.
The pen was always his escape,
Then was it the pen, the paper or the reader
That made him forsake his escape?
The creator inked through its remaining life,
The vessel consoled the words under all eyes,
The receiver breathed meaning into the words,
Then who was it that discerns?
But...
What was his story...?
Was he reciting it...?
Or was it reciting him...?
Is he returning for his glory...?
Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 5:27 AM UTC
He chased the sun, yet cursed the night,
Not knowing darkness held the light.
A single step and a moment’s choice,
Echoed loud in regret’s own voice.
We knew not all was ever bright,
But time had made the flaws feel right.
Now loss has carved its hollow space,
A whispered name, an empty place.
A home lost through ignored time,
And a shadow found under absence of light.
And if fate dares to mend the past,
It won’t be whole—unless it lasts.
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 2:03 AM UTC
Mending cracks that never formed,
Grasping treasures never torn.
Silenced words that stayed unseen,
Lifeless eyes now softly gleam.
Yet...,
Scents of fate - a breath forsaken,
Drifting high yet left to harden,
Threads of lives left unentwined,
Dreams to nightmares, hearts confined.
. . .
Overthought yet truths still spoken,
Chasing love that stayed unbroken.
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC
These loose strings that i find no use of
Should i cut them free
Or sew them tighter.
For what’s next i seek no attention to
For what’s hidden, was never meant to see through.
Billions and still counting…
For the absence it was never bothered of,
Unknown reasons the night had howled for.
Forced nightmares out of the dreamy eyes,
The eyes that never could seem any light from,
Or had it even wished to seek any..
After the eclipse it was forced to see through and the new moons it had to weep through.
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 5:13 AM UTC