I've found the place where we can be,
With you finally wanting me...
For i will reach that destination today
Because I have ultimately found a way
For today i die to be with you
Once and for all;
No reality to destroy they hopes of me and you
With the decision made, objective set
Endless dreams is where I hope to get!
- Rufaro Kaviya
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
Mentally encased, 6 by 6
With hope of an escape,
But only with the impending danger
Of returning
Leaving without resolution
without closure
Only left scarred with memories
Even with a new-found 'freedom'
Never actually leaving the prison.
Left confined within our minds
Even whilst unbound.
left in solitude to cope
Left to eventually drown,
Losing your last breaths,
Your last hold on sanity....
Fighting a lost war
So I wait, till such a time,
For a release unguaranteed
But will know for sure
Of freedom and peace
- Rufaro Kaviya
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 9:09 AM UTC
In my a journey
Doubt; a constant recurrence
Plaguing my sanity
My last tether to existence
A continuing struggle
Questioning everything that is:
My Family, My Religion
Myself
Left with more and more regrets
Only left to look back
But desperately trying to look forward,
To Tomorrow, To the future
Left hanging on...
Fighting for an existence not worth fighting for
- Rufaro Kaviya
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
I'll be okay
Why can't i believe that.
I'll be okay
Why do i keep lying to myself.
I'll be okay
Why do these words make me feel worse.
I'll be okay
Why can't I be hopeful.
I'll be okay
Why can't anyone tell i'm not okay.
I'll be okay
Why can't i be okay.
- Rufaro Kaviya
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 8:57 AM UTC
I've been ******
Into a black hole
No escape, given no remorse
Trapped; for all eternity
Doomed; to be forever alone
Gone; fading to a memory
Stuck in a swirling, never ending
Black hole
- Rufaro Kaviya
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
I am not alone as i wander
Walking aimlessly, blindly each day
Roaming as the walking dead
Lifeless, drained of all hope
Left crumbling as the shell of my former self
Alive but not living.
Craving only for redemption, salvation
That we believe only another can provide
But still lost in our journey to find them
Living among those loving
But only seeing our self-created divide
Developing a specialty to hide even whilst in plain sight
The walking dead;
Their population increasing.
Continuing their journey among us
- Rufaro Kaviya
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC