Tell me where is the path To that which I once had To that deep rich boundless love That I, the reader, can only dream of...
Tell me, where lies my heart Damaged, splintered in shards. As his, pierced by the arrow of death Which in turn took captive his last breath
Tell me, where has he gone When the night sheds to dawn When his light, his aura fades Into a darkness, a tunnel of grey
Tell me, when will I breathe again Without a pain that can paralyze Without the river drowning my heart from all those tears that I've cried. Please stop them from tearing me apart because I've promised to keep them all inside. Until that one morning, when I awaken and know that each step taken will be for you, my friend. Because you showed me so much, even up to the end.. ...amp
considering all the people we have lost throughout the years grandparents parents lovers uncles aunts if lucky no children we know that our time to leave this world will come to pass eventually
and yet as long as we feel full of life we prefer not to think of this too often borne by the vague conviction that the survivors of our family will bear the pain of loss as we did years ago and live on
one cannot help start wondering about some leaders' meandering rather than take decisive measures they pander to their selfish pleasures claiming they are in full control and never mind the rising toll of deaths, infections, unemployed during the crisis they avoid acknowledgment of actual danger instead fan hate, divisiveness and anger ignore all human suffering but only aim at buffering their own political survival
it seems high time for the arrival of real statesmen who can stall that deadly downward spiral and save their nations from being driven full speed into the wall