Trapped within, the walls of guilt
My heart cries, pounding my ribs
It wants to confess, apologize and repent
For calling my mind a cheat, a fake friend
It forced me to choose itself over my mind
Feelings over logic, for one last time
I did so, and now I pay
Slowly, silently, for the mistake I made.
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 11:55 AM UTC
Hold my hand, I'll walk you through the rainbow.
Up and above the blue the sky.
We'll ride on shooting stars, in circles around the moon.
Eat cotton candy made with the yummiest of the clouds.
We'll dance all night, jump along Venus, Jupiter and Pluto.
Sing along playing the strings of the sun rays.
I'll put you to sleep at the end of the rainbow.
And take you back home with the morning rain drops.
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 6:09 AM UTC
This is the journal of the dead,
The one that reads of misery and plight.
Pain, sorrow, tears un-wiped.
Will, I read it? Yes, I might!
He smiled and laughed through the unhappiness received,
He probably forgot that eyes could deceive.
He drank champagne till his empty heart-filled,
His soul wasn't empty, filled with guilt.
His skin was embellished with cuts and scars,
His mind within him ripped him apart.
He walked till the end, till the edge of every cliff,
Through paths lit with fires and lanes filled with pyres.
He waited for long and lost everything coming along,
Broken pieces un-joint, falling way behind time.
He cried and wept through every coming night,
Till his face turned pale and tears were denied.
He had to depart with a smile on his face,
It was finally the end, of an unendurable phase.
This is the journal of the dead,
Of the one that cried, but never lied.
Of the one broken, yet the one who never broke.
Of the one that died, leaving all behind.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 12:08 PM UTC