when hope drains out like a soul moving out of a body,
it is difficult to walk a path with purpose and steady

when love becomes a baneful burden,
there goes a slit in a wrist, and deep, dark eyes swollen

when faith blurs and requires mere senses to see,
death waves at the doorstep, and life seems to does flee

when the demons take over,
I am dragged down to hell
into the deep pits, seemingly detrimental forever
but I am a dichotomy that neither likes fair-hell or farewell

IA ☕

All is to be done
with dependence on none,
To love and support you
have no-one else but you

O you expect a lot
there's futility in thoughts of that sort,
You may help many but
do not expect in return a penny

It's all in the mind
just keep motivating from inside,
Don't wait for others to help as
none can help you the way you can do

~ S.G

the more knowledge we impart to ourselves,
the greater the sorrow,
ignorance is bliss but not for tomorrow,
chaos and riots arise holding weapons' helves
the deeper the wisdom, so does the grief,
all these violence and injustice causes disbelief,
has all the humanity dissolved in a hierarchy of power,
in this time of wide awakening, do the just collapse or take over?

IA

a little girl sat on the side of her bed,
facing the window to watch the moon
with her arms folded over to rest her head
she gazed at the moonlight dreamily, her soul in tune

she pondered over the thought of her friends,
most are seasonal, why do good things have to end
she thought about love, chaos, emotion
an old soul resides in her, even if not much of profound notion

she wipes her tears as she remember the goodbyes,
both said and never said, both temporarily and permanently,
she smiled at the moon and breathed a deep sigh,
"I'm only a little girl, to be treated by this world mercilessly."

a knock came upon her door, her madame coming in
it was too late to pretend to be asleep,
she came over to the little girl to see how she has been
"At this hour, why does a young girl weep?"

the little girl's eyes opened its windows to her soul
letting anyone see how dismantled her facade of whole,
"What causes such demounting to your young fragile heart?
whatever it is, bleed tears and from fragmented pieces, you'll again learn how to make art."

IA