I’m tired of carrying you at my back.
Keeping you well fed
to the point I starved myself.

Did you often wonder what I feel?  
Have you ever thought of what I really want?
Have you ever seen me without my deep façade?

The difficulty I'm facing is well kept.
Time after time it wears me down.
To the point of exhaustion.
When can I stop and have a little break?
My mind is full and my heart is heavy.

These questions will remain lost in the sea of my thoughts.




© 2013 Pax

My life's diary
is not being written
just by me

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death comes and here it is

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I seen a few kids on the road

dressed in fearless poverty

(  why ? )

I'm sure you know !

All our lives are still but

ONE JOURNEY

TO THE HEART OF THE SUN

( the true one )

we tell so many stories that point the way

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It is an EASY SONG to sing

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The mountains are gone

The gentle grace is *****

But we shall not lie

And call things differently

We shall simply and easily die

For Tomorrow

and for you sweet child

In this time of torture

And mass brutality

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A simple song

Drifts

As the children

Drift towards the road

The eternal road

Thru the vanity

Thru the fearfulness

Unto each other

Where ever we are

To love ?

We make it seem harder than it is

As the wind

Kisses our godhead and our cheeks