He sought revenge
On all those who wronged him
So he dug a grave for his enemies
And one for himself
For he had nothing left to lose

some things done when alone are fine
but some things should never be done.

'doing' over 'being' is not for everyone
'being' over 'doing' is not for everyone.

balance is discovered through practise
practise is observed in the balanced.

silent lightning
dead cat lying opened mouth
to the pouring rain.

covered with my coat
sat to mourn the lonely cat
night broke into dawn
6/8/2021

We used to play
Just right outside
7 years later you left
And never came back
I still see your
Shadow on the lawn
Now I play by myself
It's really a yawn
Because those memories
Play like a lullaby in my head

There were days
I remembered
To put my heart on my sleeve.

The other days
I hid it
So deep inside my body
I couldn’t find it for myself.

The terror of anyone finding
Me judging me
Seemed to linger in the air
I inhaled.

i loved you
the moment
i saw you

waited
for the girl
to grow up

to love you

Every poet takes his own lonely path to compose poetry.