Maybe my view is up side down

On life, on myself, on you

Maybe even twisted

The glass is not half empty or half full

I can’t tell anymore

The daisies we pushed are now wilted

And this love I receive seems restricted and guilted

The grip on my glass has slipped and it’s tilted

Upside down like my view, the contents of myself spill

The everyone will see I am ill.

i'm stuck in a
bottomless pit of darkness
and theres no escape.

the only illumination
in this room is the light
creeping through the almost
sealed door.

soon my only escape
will vanish and will be nothing
more than just a painting
in the shadows of these walls.

I wish, I wish
upon a shooting star
that one, up there
the bright one...
the North star
there's one next to it
blazing through the sky
(I trace its path with spiritual eyes)
wondering about the many lives
it's heard whispering heartfelt pleads
to bring back life through miraculous deeds
beggars of souls
regretfully buried
in carved out holes
from bombs, and shells
a senseless hell..
wishing, wishing...
praying for peace
to end all of the blood shed in the Middle East
I am here
you are there...
(you feel as though nobody cares)
Can you hear me from up there?
I hear you down here
while everything's falling,
falling
tumbling down..
there's so much fear
We're running for shelter
on rumbling ground...
 as I say goodbye to a shooting star
I am..
wishing, wishing
praying for peace
for all the souls
buried in shrouds
in neat little rows
like sweet little clouds
your soul’s now part of the North Star
little voices sing for peace
(sweet dreams little cherubs from the East)
You want to tell them
you’ll come back
in another time
when everyone's kind
embracing all of mankind
and though we’re all down here
and you are up there...
I know you exist everywhere.