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 Apr 2015 Et cetera
Maria Imran
I am afraid
to ask you
if you missed me
(or not...?)

Because last time
you asked me
I didn't tell-

though I did.
and I do!

But I could not make myself
show you
that I have nothing else to offer.

-Just a heart that beats in another sphere,
seas apart.-
and no promises.
and no symphonies, poetries, realities.
no dreams.

I have no dreams to give you.
I remember, Oh so long ago,
Where it was the light that loved me,
And smiling came without effort.
The days where the sunshine was welcomed,
And not turned away.

Now I don't know who I am,
Who I ever was,
And what I mean to people.
I feel like I'm fading away,
Like the belief in a child.

The light has turned away,
Where did my beloved friend go?
She has shut her eyes,
From the horror I've become,
And abandoned me to the consuming darkness.

Nobody hears my screams of pain,
So I've stopped trying to reach them.
I'm losing my humanity,
All that's left is insanity,
In this crimson fallen world.

An echo, and the sound of my heart breaking like glass,
The darkness has become too much,
I'm drowning.
I've shut down,
Not trusting any soul.

I keep it all inside,
I welcome pain destroying me,
Instead of burdening others.
My life is cloaked in secrets,
Secrets that are killing me ever so slowly.

I remember, Oh so long ago,
Where it was the light that loved me,
And smiling came without effort.
The days where the sunshine was welcomed,
And not turned away.
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,
And the sun looked over the mountain’s rim:
And straight was a path of gold for him,
And the need of a world of men for me.
A solitary wanderer
Guided by the winds
Through lonely valleys
Sipping from streams
Sleeping under stars
Night’s canopy as tent
Rolling on soft grass
Lay supine, dreaming
Of the sparkling stars
Holding them in the eyes
Life sparkles with glee
Solitary wanderer
Waylaid from the crowd
Greener pastures
Greets the wanderer
Solitude is bliss
Wanderer finds meaning
Finding ones purpose
Turning away from the crowd
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