In the middle of the desert lost and hopeless
I found my North star at my darkest moment
It gave me hope and showed me the way
I fell in love with a shining star
She was bright but faraway

****** over it all.
Don't even give a **** anymore.
**** everything.
*******.
**** it.
Bored, depressed, hopeless, toxic.
Empty, numb, cold, alone.
**** Astrology, **** Spirituality, **** Love, and **** him.
Everything I loved, is long gone.
I don't give a **** anymore.
I feel stupid, worthless, shameful, sad.
No motivation, no will, no energy, no self love.
Just loathe, feelings of helplessness, drained, exhausted.

On city streets
late at night
in the cold winter
I walk
and run
not too numb
to feel
not too blind
to see
my dream
like a summer day
long gone now
only cold to crystallize my fate
like frost on the window
icy patterns
trying to get in
I reach
and pound my fist
against the wall
of humanity
of denial
stretching across the horizon
as far as I can see
I am lost in a crowd
only the sun
beating down
reminding me
I am hot, so hot
I'm going to die
on city streets
It won't be easy
remember me
I walk
and run
away
like a summer day
long gone now

A place filled with pictures
Once a sanctuary of hope and tears
Now its walls are old and cracked
That's the place we once called home.

It used to be big and filled with joy
Now nothing's left but rubble
Such place can no longer be rebuilt
Shattered glass is all over the place.

This building used to stand on five strong pillars.
Now, only one is left to keep it standing on soft ground.
Its wooden walls are rotting and infested with termites...
Its beautiful chandelier is getting dimmer each day.

Now, only I return to visit this place...
In search of the remaining pictures,
Hoping to once build similar structure.
A place I can finally call my home.

That night was dark, cold like frost
So, I went into the dark at a lower cost.
Had something there that I would now not dare,
Because it freaked me out, gave me a scare.

The sky got lost like my body too frail,
I sold myself in the growing gale.
Slowly my body started to fail,
Called my wife to no avail.

Indeed, I realize now in the past that I kept
I haven’t met my wife, since last we slept.
But the pain is becoming too much to bear,
Like a boat in the storm, burning-sear.

Never had a kid but would like one now,
So that I don’t die like a rotten bough.
And the night was dark once again,
Lost myself in a fleeting vain.