Have you ever wondered about the odds?
How our fates intertwine-
In this vast and troubled world?

Could it be destiny?
Perhaps it was written in the stars,
Ages or even eons ago,
That we were bound to meet,
That we would fall in love,
That you and I, would grow apart,
And you would eventually leave.

But I will never forget,
That midsummer’s night,
When the breeze smelled like your cologne,
And with every breath I took,
I was breathing you in.

The stars, how they shined so brightly,
And the fact, that I couldn’t stop myself from staring at your eyes,
Because they were more beautiful,
Then the rest of the universe combined.

As I age, as time drifts by,
I couldn't help but wonder,
how I lived like a lie.

Life is a movie, they say
a comedy, a theatrical play.
I watch as the stars glisten in the sky,
nobody knows how hard I try.

I try to live,
to please you
yet all you see
is a rebel who deceives you
and a loathsome flee.

Now, all that's left is a worn out soul,
a tired mind,
a lifeless role.
All I could do is apologise,
for the genius in me no longer lives by.

Remember what happened in that black 98
battered souls, bruised dignities, blackened eyes
fallacies, conspiracies
no apology, no sympathy
but this is David and Goliath
don't you remember,
like eighteen years ago
except for its atrocities
and ridiculosities.

Dad,
you inflicted this on me,
you should have known
that the wheel
doesn't stop rolling.

It flies amongst the stars.
Flashes for a moment.
Despite the left scars.
Holds a place close, yet far.

It carries the fallen.
From mistaken paths.
To reaches impossible.
And develops new plans.

It creates new countries.
Raises dead soldiers.
Stamps unsung heroes.
With a feeling of free.

Hear its silent sound.
Open up your eyes.
Place it in your heart.
Elevate from the ground.

It helps us climb.
Better than rope.
Do you see its shape?
It is hope.

I'm a lost poet
in an ocean of words
it spins around my head
like a wrecking ball
as I try to find the right words
but they can no longer be found.

Anxiety, anxiety,anxiety
is like a twinge in my chest
I try to ignore it
but it goes into crescendo
as I inhale words into my body

Help me.
My eyes hollered
but all that they can see
is that forceful smile on my face

I feel
tears welling up in my eyes
I feel
a lump in my throat
yet no one knows
the pain
of a lost poet