This life is a conundrum,
Sometimes you get the hidden meaning,
At Times you grasping at air, gasping for oxygen.
Deprived of life, choking.
Emotions twistetIy clouded, your direction seems caught in a head spin.

These times we have to put it down as rough terrain,
Just swing through, bully your way through the pain
Trying to not misplace who you are,
Losing it, grabbing hold of your mind
Just to keeps us from not going insane.

This is life's work out, it will only make us stronger.
Dark is absence of light, so always keep the
fire inside you burning, it's a bonfire
Ensuring, we will never falter
a mountain stance,
We leave all the numbing pain at the alter.

Tortured soul
He walks this earth alone
Crying out to be saved
His heart now turned to stone
He’s soul now aimlessly roams
Searching for the light in his darkness
He finds that no one’s home
He put his pen to paper
His savior has become his poems
Capturing all eternal heartache, that life to him has thrown
It brought him sadness
But just look how much his grown
He alone atones
For the words he captures
When he’s in that zone
Writing from feelings
He will never truly disown
Giving it life, No one will ever condone

As he’s pen bleeds
Inscribing heartache of a tormented soul to these pages
His heart rages
His caged demons scream’s for him to release him from their cages
His inked pen now becoming his soul Savior

In the silent night, silently your words like snow falls.
Icely freezing my heart, its frosty whispers
My soul freeze, my voice frozen
A avalanche of saddened tears fall.

My minds been rocked, an everest of thoughts in a crater I find
It's depriving me of oxygen
Our relationship was always a cliffhanger
It's a mountain we both lustful, wanted, needed to climb.

Waves of emotions washes over me roughly.
It breaks,
Every part of my broken heart drowning
feelings caught in a whirlpool
Rising inside of me, silently screaming
It's haunting.

Looking, at life through fickle eyes.
Questioning, everything.

Life! Happens, as a daily occurrence.
This, as true as a sunrise aver constant.
We soldier on daily in the ever-expanding universe.
Yet our true nature, Oh! Our true nature, is to find a single constant.
The universe expands daily, daily!
Yet, we look for the most simplistic solution.
The most mundane of mundane existences.
Staying constant, God! The boredom one must feel to be so drab.
So, like that of the true design, of wars past lost or won.
We are now being willingly controlled.
I false freedom if you must,  equivalent! to that of a caged bird.
Ooooh! The injustice, and looking at the world as it passes by, pointing at our sqaured little lives, mesmerizing us with images of splendor, escalating false feelings of happiness, all that we may stay content.
Within the boundaries of these restrictive, fences surrounding this so called freedom.

Alas! This! I fear is our fate,
We cannot change this, as it set in time,
Each fault, flaw and historical injustice, brought upon this world by greeds, greedy greed for power.

We, .... give in, we march on like good little soldiers, looking for their slice of what's left of the pie.

This letter I write to you with a heavy heart
Sometimes my emotions put my heart inbox,  mails it to my past,
As much as my mind want to move forwards
Like running on a treadmill backward
I'm not moving anywhere fast.

You carried my confidence like a handbag
Without you, I would be a bore
Sometimes I wish I could hunt that part me
Then realize we all carry our flaws

So I forgive us
For all our transgressional sin
The lying truths
With the untruth that it brings.

The heartache will leave scars deep within
I would never change this
I know we
Apart,  of me still loves you
My saddened tears says with a grin.

I hope that you happy
With this letter, I'm done
Now a match I put to it
Like a blazing history
My past alight I discard in the bin.

A rose lay in an open grave, the essence of beauty in death.
Eternally resting your eyes to sleep
This is the slumber in death.
A complete state of peace of mind
This is serenity in death.
Knowing you can any moment be acquainted with it,
This is the reality of death.