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.

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