Raised by Gods

That can’t sing

 

Her love became

The prayers

That they would read

And

Bestowed with the blessings

Her smile would seed

 

Awakened my mind

Beyond gold and green

 

Where

I found my self bound

 

To the one

Who found me

Once in a dream
I inhaled the night sky
Becoming one
With its hue

I replaced every star
With a sigh

All except for the ones
That reminded me of you

I then kept
Just enough of the sun
To torture it till Jun

Planting six seeds
For my lover

And grew them under
The pink moon

I’m just tired. Tired of being broken. Tired of being forgotten. Tired of being used. Tired of feeling lost. TIred of being nothing. Tired of fighting myself to eat. Tired of feeling empty. Tired of feeling alone. Tired of Tired of doing everything for everyone; But getting nothing in return. Tired of being pulled back into this dark place. I’m just tired. Tired of crying.. Tired of breathing.. I’m just so tired..

I believe in something
for the first time.
Love! I believe in love,
and that's the beginning
of you and me.

I don't ponder
as much as I wonder
is it worth a revelation
do the mind sleep
shut-eye
in the folds of its keep,
are souls
pure beings
devoid of any
role?
half-night,
half-light
half love,
half-life
visitors of the fifth kind?
instilled within
the sinews of our mind.