-Death Gives Life Value-

The specter looms, a silent threat,
A shadow's kiss, a debt unmet.
Each fleeting breath, a borrowed grace,
A fragile gift, a fading space.

A ticking clock, a mournful sound,
A barren field, a lifeless ground.
The weight of time, a heavy chain,
A prisoner’s plea, a futile strain.

Yet, in this gloom, a flicker's seen,
A spark of hope, a dream, a scene.
A chance to live, to love, to feel,
To break the chains, and truly heal.

Though death may claim, and life may cease,
It gives to life a bittersweet release.
For in its shadow, values bloom,
A fleeting joy, escaping doom.

A preciousness, a heightened sense,
Of every moment, every essence.
A thirst for life, a burning flame,
To chase the sun, and conquer shame.

Though death may loom, a constant fear,
It makes each breath, a treasure dear.
A fleeting grace, a precious art,
To live and love, with all one's heart.

The Monster Within

The monster within There's a shadow in my thoughts, A beast I cannot flee, It whispers in the silence, This monster in my mind.

It grows at every memory,
Turns dreams to darkest night,
I feel it in my veins,
Its claws grip tight.

A reflection in the mirror,
A face I recognize,
But behind these ever of mine,
The monster quietly lies.

I wear a smile by daylight And walk a careful line, But when the night surmounds me, The monster's voice is mine.

It feeds on all my worries,
And grows from every fear,
I try to lock it deep away,
But Still, its always rear.

Am I the cage, the keeper
Or the beast keeper, that hides inside?
the answer's last within me,
Where the monster and I collide...

THE HUMAN MOON

He was a creature of the dim,
a being of shadows, a man whose light was a mere flicker, a feeble glow. He was not meant for the blinding sun, the clamorous day. His nature was nocturnal, his essence, the quietude of the night. He was a moon, a pale satellite, orbiting a brighter star. Yet, in his own, modest way, he illuminated the darkness, offered a gentle guidance, a silent comfort. He was a necessary evil, a quiet necessity, a being whose limitations were as much a part of him as his existence.




You dont have to be the sun to shine.