Everything he had anticipated
A life he invested in
He stands beneath the foot of the climb
All his courage is drowning in a pool of pain.

A deal he wishes he could take back
How he longs to resign from the path he chose.
He now walks alone, ahead of him no track
And into the darkness, he steps.

In a life that he traded his soul for,
Loneliness now accompanies him.
No man to call a friend.
The undertone of regret keeps him awake

this is a deal he wishes he hadn't made
A heart of gold now turned to waste
Hollow, empty and displeased
He is alone.

If the arms of the clock could resist
Only then would you see
A frown turned upside down
And a soul full of wonder.

In a time when woes were few
And the years had not gone by
Was a boy with the purest heart
And eyes that glowed so bright.

The only fear in sight
Was the fear of fear itself
All foes were still unknown
And trouble was yet to come.

If the grains of time had stood still
Long enough for you to see
There would be no need for explaining
And everything would just be.

From the port side,
Looking into the terrifying sea
The world has no place to hide
From what the future brings you to see.

Time spent compounding knowledge from a foreign origin
“Be hold”, he chants
A figure of which she can’t see

Like a cold breeze on his forearms she looks anaesthetically into space
With drums beating in her chest,
She leaves his side desolate

Following the commands from a different plane
His reality unfolds layers stepping out of the truth
Dillusion saturates all that makes sense

His thoughts are overflowing with treasured momens left behind
He finds peace at the feet of his giant
All sense is lost

I remember the early mornings in the dawn of the Spring
Waking up with a smile to the sound of your ring
Happiness struck at the centre of my chest
How I set out to give you my best

I freed my mind from the troubles of past days
With certainty, I would welcome your ways
I held you close and hoped that you'd feel
The love that for you I was ready to reveal

I have now lost everything and it is time to move away
My heart is broken what more can I say

Early winter, pacing through the cold air,
Mittens and friendly faces react to their passing neighbor.
In oblivion, he lays his hand on the safety hardware
And the coldness passes through him like a saber.

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He's had a long day of fixing and is ready to go,
Pushing the door shut he makes his way to the car.
Greetings exchange as he walks through the parking bay,
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I'm in a serene state of mind
My thoughts are quiet and pure
You're the light I come to find.
And my anxieties are left ashore.

The slow passage of time
I sit and wave it through
And every hourly chime
Brings another mile with you.

On dark and gloomy days,
When contentment finds a place to hide
My troubled mind finds peace at the sight of your face,
And the dew slowly starts to subside.

I see the figure of love
In a rosy garden, under a sky that's blue,
I see a mountain with Sugerbirds above
Every time I picture you.

Your attention,
How much I treasured it.
You're merciful but merciless,
Cold but righteous.
It burns in my chest to let you go.
I have no choice.
It hurts more otherwise.
In the dark of the night you messaged me,
I opened my eyes and felt the truth.
There is no choice

Today
The sun kisses his skin through the kitchen window
He ponders over how cruel life can be,
He has been reassured of his outcome
But all he wants to do is weep
The dying flowers outside frown with him
He feels lost
Who can he turn to now?
The sky doesn't talk back
In his mind is where all the memories lay
Objects trigger nostalgia
But it hasn't been that long
He knows he will be okay.
As the void swallows him
There is no escaping from how he feels
The only way through is in
Years afterward
He looks back at his trauma
He knows now that life's surprises pass
The pain is constant
But wisdom abounds

Days' number and my value decays
So I set out to seek that of eternal worth

At a focal moment, the map now walks before me
So I move closer for better inspection
Still, I am treading on foreign lands.

I do not want to be in darkness
I keep myself close to the lighthouse, and my beacon always in reach
Curiously pondering over a reflection of myself

I am convicted and the turbulence of escape has exhausted my potential

I trace the course as each nautical mile pulls me further away from the typical reality
I am afraid to lose

And yet by myself, there is no point to prove
Keeping myself afloat has drawn all my energy
And I am frozen from being afraid to sink

In the corner, in spring
He feels a phantom drift through his skin
He lifts his head to see, but the curtain stops to swing
He turns his attention towards the man within

When morning comes and sky turns blue
I picture you
Though roads were took and dreams conflict
My decision stood bricked

On summer nights when music plays
Your splendour raise
Moments manoeuvre memories into months
Broken bits of beauty once

Conversations with your name in question
Your faithfulness always mention
Sadness grows old and regret also much
On a life with ice-cold hands that someone touch

Words you said, and soon forget
Leaves a mind in a spiral and upset
Loosely looking long to the future
Desperate attempts, the past manoeuvre

Will sparrows sing on a day anew,
When I no longer picture you?

What am I doing here?

Straight posture, recalling the days I found and lost love.
Vivid to the sun on my skin,
On that hot summer’s day.
My shoes part the hard sand on the ground,
GPS set to my destination.
The air is loaded with uncertainty,
For my loneliest night ever.
Time is only wasting,
“Nobody cares”, but I do (a whisper).
Do I possess rare knowledge?
Or am I just disobedient to convention.
I know my truth is a billion years away from you.
Nothing I say makes any sense,
Not even to me.
If I walk to the horizon, maybe then will I find
A love that no amount of evil can neutralise.

Wisdom & the heart.

Feeble eyed I watched and saw you bleed,
Now the circumvention confronts me each day.
The mountain could free me from my mind,
But my brothers do not need that.

Pacing distracts me from my grief,
But with peace, along it comes.
Free advice is like profound,
Because there isn't much to hold on to, for the dispossessed.

To time indefinite, words proposed.
A-teams, they lose to.
Free advice is like profound,
But faith was all there was before the leap.

A dime for your time, the wasted prospect of years,
Of which the value continues to decay.
A dream would it be, to mend what is broken.
Wisdom to repurchase the future, from this emotion.