seek solace
in the inevitable—
pain and suffering
will heal only from within,
the unchanging flow of time
will soon change  everything,
the sun will always rise and fall
the moon will still embrace all
today will come to an end
and we may part ways,
but tomorrow awaits
and we will decide
our own fates

a crafted line or two of these random words
becomes nothing but mere, effortlessly made records
of vague emotions, of untold chaos sitting still inside
maybe so much could still be written as I long for this heaviness to subside

IA

Set me free of this curse!
Let me cry
Let me cry
Set me free of my torment!
Let me cry
Let me cry
Tears do not leave the eye;
I really wish I would die.

What is this twisted dream?
Why can I not scream?
I cannot feel grief or pain,
Not happiness nor dismay,
I can no longer smile,
And despite how much I try,
I really cannot cry.

I've grown so tired now,
To this tragedy, I must bow,
My hairs are turning grey
Oh to hell with all this fray!
Just let me wither and die,
What's the point when I cannot cry?
Tears do not leave the eye...

"Why do you not write about your joys,
And only about your sorrows?"


"When there are no words,
There is silence in my head,

There is peace."

All you have,
may be a truckload
of unkind words.
Don’t hurl them
at others
if you don’t need them