Sometimes you need a break .
I am a person who gives time , love , effort
a trait beyond empathy
my heart is made out sensitive .
You can be an ear ,
a furniture for peoples despair
but who listens to you when the night is no longer present .
Some times when you try to win,
Autumn falls ,
the leaves dry out like rain meets the sun .
some hours feel lonely .
The clock fades into the wall ,
meeting the owls , meeting the creatures .
some times ,
you stand on the verge
facing down ,
sunken feet with the mellowness .
comfort in what does not say , hear, breath
Some nights i wait for the wall to open great , great offerings .
Tear drops .
My ears partner .
With no ring ,to wipe .
What lays on the surface lays to be .
what moves my grace ,
is that there is no place .
Silence at times is a gift .
There is no resort in this broken paradise
i once knew to be life .
I fade into the bleak shore like a burst of dusk,
losing the hunger to breath.
Abhorring the masterpiece of my beauty and reminding nature , that silence is for the best .
Silence is my disease .
For i have learnt that screaming out is as futile as remaining ,
and i have been to this cave ,once sanctum
learning that some souls find meaning in tragedy .
So what remains of me that hours ?
Silence, and isolation
I try to forget your name,
But I keep seeing it in lightning
And I hear it in the rain.
I tried to scream
crying for you to stay,
But the words
fall out my mouth
And the wind
only blows them away.
A dismal dystopia.
A dissociative place .
Abducted; from normality
suppressed my thoughts , cunning
My mind craves for instanity .
An eerie valley
streams beyond the tide .
In a place were birds do not fly .
I crumble in my desolation
I resuscitate , revive.
If this was pre -determined
why does my -fatality- never arise .