Look...
The day will come where it takes a mortician
to show you there are worse things than your depression.
Death and/or dismemberment.
It's not just a falsified insurance claim.
The day you fell to your knees and wept over the great pacific ocean
In the city of angels you were humbled by its majestic potion.
A message in a bottle sent.
Or it was swept carelessly away in the rain.
The day you spoke about your loneliness sitting in an upright-coffin-confession.
Adjacent to the man who ***** children to make himself feel... more... man.
Literally, I meant.
Did that yet distract your pain?
The day you cried to the doctor about your back and lack of motion.
She had just finished up hospice for her cancer-ridden husband over the phone.
Off to die, he was sent.
But, oh, that little tiny pain.
The day you complained to your flat-mate about your job being so mundane.
As she opened the letter from her employer who fired her, after ****** her, to avoid the human resource claim.
You were hell-bent.
As she went insane.
The day you cried to your best friend about your second wedding being destroyed by the rain.
He was a man who had never felt the embrace of love, the ability to cherish, the passion and pain of a woman, he had paralyzed legs, no woman had ever loved him.
Booooooo-hoo your costume got wet.
You've never even tried to see anothers suffering.

I no longer want others to understand, I want them to see me. They keep staring at the curtains, once they've opened, but not at what's standing right in front of them. Maybe it's selfish, but to me, this is my show. That I am performing for them, and I am no clown. I am a poet. So please just see me, stop trying to understand me.

3 times I have seen you.  
twice before dark and once in the stars.
twice while the sky was a flaming orange painted by a setting sun.
Jellyfish ghost in the sky.
Like tiny little moons they glowed bright.
I then met with such a peace.
A peace that could calm a raging storm.
The third time I saw all of you was late in the night.
Stars were leaving in the sky.
No longer would they make our constellations.
But all of you stayed behind.
Jellyfish ghost high in the black sky.
You took the place of all the stars now gone.

These eyes are puffy

And red

They long to see you again
These hands are shaking

And blue

They long to hold you soon

If you want to see what you are see in mirror
It will determine your exact worth and price
Subject to the condition your eyes are not blur
If heart is clean virtue speaks louder than vice

Religions and morality convert animal to man
They sparkle to convert darkness to real light
A good person will do good which he will,can
Sight being clear and clean changes in to insight

When it dawns then path becomes clear to tread
Dark shadows disappear ,images make all clear
Golden pearls of wisdom spread ahead instead
From every sphere of life we have to conquer fear

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

There's a fly dying in the corner of my room,
Caught in the web of a spider,
Trying to escape but never succeeding.
I watch,

I picture myself in a similar situation,
Similar corner.
But instead i am caught in the spiderweb of my thoughts,
Bringing back the thoughts of numb, empty space;
Bringing up the illness of anxiety and sadness.

I type this with my fingers skirting over the keys,
Too weak to lift them properly,
So detached from my body and myself to notice that you are here,
Behind me you watch, from afar, from close by but still
you watch.
And i turn, you watch, I stand away from my body.
Ready to leave, and run; 'free at last' i think,

But that is all lies i have been taught,
even in death you are not free, but still living under someone,
or something's rule and thought.

But you take my floating shoulder of light,
And you push me back into my living body, and make me
become
something, again.

It is only a fool whom can be finessed.
So fools, when you come.. please come correct.
This is Me! Or did you forget?
In secret you envy me.
Because you can't spell Truth without a T.
Trying to get more from me,
**** around and end up with less.
If you want to gamble,
I'll raise your bet.
I called your bluff long before I seen you sweat.
Love to see me at my worst?
Then Hate will fill your eyes when I'm at my best.
Do yourself a favor..
Stay in your lane,
And watch your step.