The power went off
The street was dark and quiet
One single star shines.

Don't come back

breaking another's heart

stay where you are

no matter how much

it breaks my heart

I will not take you back.

He thought he was rare
Bt I see with clear eyes
The treasure was me
Not the man in disguise.

Everyone has  bad days.
Sometimes, the day turns vicious,
Making one feel
Like hiding from the world  a bit .


Sometimes, we shed tears,
Condemn the day,
But it's like a storm:
Intense, alarming,
Yet always with an end.

when you set aside all the hatred you're forced to carry,
then you will know that love is our true nature

On good days, I turn the pages,
Of the book with poems I once wrote.
So much pain in silent cages,
Words I bled but never spoke.

In black ink, lines carefully formed,
The pain I didn’t understand.
Black words my silence adorned,
Softly held by a warm hand.

I sat in my living room, talking to Death
“Why are you not afraid of me?” he said
I looked him in the eyes and spoke
“I’m not scared to die — my heart already broke”

He gently lifted his head, and I saw
In his eyes, a pain — an emotion so raw
He looked at me and said through teary eyes:
“Once, my love, there will be peace and no more silent cries"

I cried and screamed, “Why not now? Why not today?”
He touched my hand and looked in a peaceful, kind way
“My dear, your life isn’t done, it hasn’t even really begun
You don’t live, but just exist. Please, my dear, try to live