When i am within your presence i feel completed
Perhaps due to meeting in a previous life?
For the connection we have i cannot comprehend,
As to how similar you and i are...

Thus, as we delve into conversations
Thy inner vibrations that seep into my aura radiate outwards,
Allowing the both of us to reach limitless possibilities
To the Tides with it!
Thee lets down the bridges thy has built within to free these vibrations
But note,
O' friend or foe? Nay! This is not a declaration of romanticism
But rather a note of what i observe of our friendship?
For the innocent jokes, slight smiles and full cries have the biggest impact!
O' do ye not see?

Hence, i ask of you one thing!
To have patience with such a being like me for i am only human,
To grow with me as we both develop into reality,
To remember the feeling you have whenever we see each other.

Dear friend or foe?
When we distance i feel incomplete
Perhaps due to you passing away in a previous life and leaving me behind?
For the connection we had creeps upon me within the night,
Reminding me as to how similar you and i once were

To my knowledge there holds three parts to a story,
The truth, Theirs and your own
However how may i distinguish between the tales,
to search for the objective reality.

I reason, the accounts that have been shared to me,
One contradicting the other
undoubtedly, my mind shadows with subjectivity,
Holding perceptions of people i thought i knew.

Though, no one knows not the secrets people hold when alone,
the thoughts and actions they silently ponder upon
Yet we do not notice the facade one puts on when entering the outside world.

Thus, do we really know what is and what isn't?
when everything is and isn't?

So, What is the probable conclusion?

When one side of the story claims absolute morality,
but another mirrors?

"He ***** me in the marriage and forced my tongue closed"
yet,
"She pinched our baby for my attention and manipulated me into the marriage by having babies"
But, from a third party,
"She did not care for none but herself and would go to any means necessary"

Hence, when questioned by each,
contradictions begin,
one word against the other.

But the majority do not know the effect it has to my mind,
As the paranoia stems deeper
and my depression takes over.

O’ God!
Thy heart is besmirched with sorrow,
So deep,
Waves of woe tremble over thy body

O’ Lord of Light!
Forsooth, thy eyes weep
Releasing all built sorrow

O’ God,
I am breaking
Tis to much to bear!
Thy legs and arms have become limbless
O’ God what is happening to me?

I thwart life,
But why!
Why must my head be this way?

O’ God of the universe,
Help
me

Glowering upon my counterpart
Within the wonted mirror,
I gaze in frequently
O’ did I see a foreigner
This stranger had drooping eye’s that held…
Nothing,
It was as if I was gazing at a sociopath,
Not capable of feeling
Perhaps it was the life she was tired of living?
Emotions swirling deeply for years that now…
All that bottled felt indifferent,
She had become numb
Strangely, I could almost hear her thoughts,
“Why even try God?”
“What Is my purpose? All I am used is for cleaning!”

Yet I looked upon myself,
A girl who had precious dreams of becoming a world-known athlete
Then I looked back into the mirror and saw the foreigner,
Overweight, unhealthy, tired, suicidal

Perhaps foreigner, we are the same person.

Man’s leaders gathered collectively,
Dressed in opulence , oozing phony authority
Chatting amongst themselves with such languid equity

While the civilians cry in majority
Howling words containing weightless gravity,
Yelling agony as the lilies wretched out from their wounds

Adam’s children quieted in sound
“Bombs should be fired here and here!” , surely God was witness to the words of such cavity
Their egos simply blocked their ears , to the sounds of those being drowned

“No! my child , where is my child?”, Mothers yelled pleadingly
“No! my family , where is my family?” , strangers questioned with ferocity
Tears of despair left the civilians eyes , for those who left no identity

Laughter surrounded the table of fools , oblivious to such monstrosity
“Clink!” they cheer for another battle had been won with such velocity
“For the country !”  , all yell as God heard the last distressed cry of Eve’s child , submitting to famine

Surely animals with consciences would not allow this?
But Satan fulfilled his promise to god
Striving the **** sapiens away from rationality
Letting them sink deep within their egos,
That are so inflated ,
Blocking the cries of the civilians      --- Peculiar