Teach me how to love Mama
As you cradle me in your loving arm.
Teach me how to feel the pain in this fragmented mortal realm
Where love decayed and a wistful nostalgic era replays
On the mind of every human;
To dwell in peace.
Teach me how to face the music Mama
In life's journey as I embark on my coming days.
Teach me how to put myself to sleep Mama
When you'll be gone
The days won't be the same anymore.
#RitzWrites

Light the fire, watch it burn.
Fire burns through my lungs, heart filled with tar.
See the spirit dancing in the smoke, echoing the silence of my thoughts,
While I inhale my pain quietly with each puff, let it ease my ache.
Between THOUGHTS and TONGUE,
Between  THRILLS and ECSTASY,
lies the stories unfold.
Smell of Cigar, fueled with sadness,
On the brink of fragile hope;
Until the next day dawns.
RitzWrites ♕

Behind all the angst and rant,
Behind all that frustration and days of solitude,
A child struggling to make amends.
Behind all that smoke and ashes,
Behind that sorrow hiding in mask,
A boy choking himself not to cry.
The Big Bad World will move on without your existence and soon you'll turned into dust and no legacy left to mourn over.
"Oh Mama! What do I do now?
The sleep alleviated the pain.
In dreams, I found my escape."

©RitzWrites ♕

I chose to FORGIVE and FORGET
so that I could MOVE ON and EVOLVE.
I chose to FORGIVE not because I was told to do so;
It was my sole purpose to overcome the NIGHTMARE from the past.
When the weight of the world was pulling me down
I found my way to fight back and wear my CROWN.

I chose the road that was filled with THORNS
Wear my scars with pride, not to make a face and frown.
To begin again from a state of TABULA RASA,
Unfiltered mind
Welcome the newborn.

The empty bed, cups and chair
Kept in order while I stare.
Her faded voice still strum the string of my heart.
The reality of human attachment is boundless, as the vast ocean.
The empty room evokes an indistinct reminiscence.
My childhood stories are fading away
As time makes you bolder
And I'm getting older too..
Who will fathom my unspoken thoughts?
Seasons changed, yet a wistful nostalgia still lingers;
Can you hear me?