Writing a poem is as easy as 1,2,3.
But then again you will be at 6,7,8
Without writing the 4 & 5
Now you try think back like 8,7,6,
But still skipping the 5 & 4
cause you thought
Writing poem was easy as 3,2,1.

Is it ironic?
      that I lost everyone
Who promised they wont leave me?

Asking question
But I dont know why
Its hard to answer
Without wondering why
Questions produces
Answers followed with a why
Is it so hard
To stop the why
The unlimited question
Continues to the infinite whys.

You were broken
   I was too
and I took my time listening to you
for I thought it would help me too

   we shared our thoughts
   and talked about it

Wrote a poem of the beauty of your chaos
the undying strength of your resolve

         time flew by
         as days has passed

                    we talked about the moon
                    with coffee in hand

months have past and we were going strong
even though there's no label on what we are

but one day you just disappeared
without a trace

              I was left searchin
              for you and the feeling of you

Few months again
I received a poem and
I know its you

        was devastated for I cant reply
        for the stranger also left
        without a sound
        just the poem
        saying goodbye.

I waited for the sunset
at the beach
with salt in air
and sand on my feet

I wandered far
and wandered deep
now the tide takes
me off my feet

now I see the lighthouse
at the beach
I yelled , little lighthouse
light my way
when I comeback
but for now let me stay.

Was I afraid
when I was young
or I just followed
the whispers in the wind

those whispers
didn't disappear
even when time
has past

they keep telling me
stand back
don't go,
just stay.

but my heart
screams
take flight
and do what you must
ignore the whispers
in the wind.

So I listened to my heart
and took flight
I did what I must
and spread my wings

I'm still hearing whispers
to stand back
don't go,
just stay

So I listened well
to the silent whispers
Now I realized I was
missing something

it said
Stand (OUT! never go) back
don't (wait, just) go
just stay ( and let the wind carry you).

Why am I still filled with suicidal thoughts?

       When I want to live on.