#wearysouls
Am done
Am so done playing super Man,
done flying people to the clouds for cool clean air,
While I suffocate on poisonous air underneath
For people who don't even care.
Am done
Am so done playing Captain saviour,
done taking blows for nobody,
Who believes breaking my heart is doing me a favour.
Am done being so kind, all smiley and good,
Done being the fool,
Why not?
When being all villain,
Saves me the trouble,
Giving my soul a cool.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 12:38 AM UTC
Upon a huge, lush garden,
on a cold autumn day...
various leaves fall, in sweet surrender...
some still rise and go with the forceful wind
floating...along with dreams, wishes and prayers
murmured in the air...uttered fervently
...from near......or faraway places
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papers, leaves, souls, sighs, and whispers
all circulate, dance in the air...blending with nature
like drifters...and seekers, far from their homes
their habitats...their comfort zones,
suspended, in the atmosphere of every season
...yielding...to the will of the wind,
...while the wind obeys...the will of God
they swirl...land, on new destinations
face new dimensions...
friendlier seas...no more running, just waiting,
while winds of change settle down
touching new base, new grass,
hoping, for a peaceful existence,
for some....the end of life's turbulent journey
..........on safe...tranquil grounds...
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somewhere near, or far...huge gardens exist
where leaves fall, where some rise again,
where new beginnngs, new lives are offered...
havens that welcome and accommodate
...refugees...
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Sally
Copyright August 27, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 2:32 AM UTC