Our time together was brief,
Yet the bond ran deeper than a reef.

Your departure was too soon,
Needless to say I wasn't over the moon.

I still feel your touch in my palm,
A strange chaos within my state of calm.

Just want you to know I truly cared,
About your wellbeing and how you fared.

Your being and presence will be missed,
This is as far as we go, here's a goodbye kiss.

I know to be alive is to breathe
But what does it mean to live

Not just being alive
But rather living the life

Internal conflict rife
Cutting me like a scythe

Maybe when I count to five
The pill will finally end my strife.

But a light shines on me
She makes me feel free

Now I see
Life should be lived like a tree

The leaves may fall
But it remains standing tall

Branches may break
But a failure that does not make

Fighting against gusts
Despite pressure, it lasts

Provide shelter to those who need it
But keep around your wit

Do not lose hope
Even if you're hanging on a thin rope

For only in the darkness of night
Do the stars appear just right.

Life is like the ocean
Vast and deep

Sometimes there are storms
And it feels like you’re sinking to the bottom of the sea

Sometimes it’s calm
And you feel so peaceful. So tranquil.

But one thing's for sure
Nothing is ever constant

Things come and go in waves.
Some big. Some small.

Live not trying to separate the waves.
For every wave makes up the ocean that is to be.

In our last breaths,
memories would be all we possess.

All the laughter and sadness,
all the sorrow and madness

Tales of pain and regret,
may we forgive and forget

But as time progresses
our mind regresses

Turn distant and foggy memories will
these voids we cannot fill

There will come a day
forget these times we may

Though we may forget.
try we must, to live without regret.

We created constructs that touch the skies.

We invented crafts that reach the moon.

Yet for all our technological advances,

There is still war.

How many more must be lost,

before we recognise,

not a scientific theory or tool,

but rather a simple fact.

The reality that the only victor in war is death.

We may have touched the skies,

we may have reached the stars,

but we cannot grasp the insanity of war.

And until we do, can we truly call ourselves a civilisation?

"We are so intelligent and do such astonishing things. We can fly to the moon and yet still do such stupid things." - Ken Sturdy, Dunkirk Veteran.

She was like none I’ve ever met
Meeting her I would never regret

Her quirks, fishing rods
Reeling me in with ease

When I’m at crowded places
Her silhouette is what I seek

I can’t help but wear a smile
Whenever she’s within a mile

I lack the courage to tell her this
And her image I always miss.