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  May 2020 Faizel Farzee
Chandy
Hard times
Put your life in perspective
Check out the specs
Never earned your respect
What else did I expect?

The destruction that you can't predict
Times that make us sick
No time
For cleaning up the "ick"
One quick clean
Every day of the week
Protect the meek
Sickness attacks them
Happens forevermore

Maybe there's something
In disguise
Blessings don't come cheap
Devilry is inexpensive
Easier to stab another
Then to comfort a brother

Good things
Seem bad at first
What if all good things
Come with their own curse?
Faizel Farzee May 2020
I stare deeply into my truthful mirror.
The reflection of what you left me as leering back at me.
I don't realise who this is
This creature broken and unknown,
He's face I've never seen.

I remember your eyes,
The light I once saw in them,
Blown out by the wind of your lies.
Replaced by a cold abyss,
It looked straight through my pride,
From them I cannot hide.
This virus you left me with.

Your heart has been frozen...

In my soul it reside.
Speaking to my demons
Within them daily I confide.
You left all the good in me deceased.
Even the memory of happiness has died.
The only solace
Is for me to cry
Like Rivers of anesthesia
My hatred with dry.
My demons subside.
Once again I'll put my heart on loves merry go round.
Faizel Farzee May 2020
Corona virus, Corona Virus
Is it not by time that you leave us,
I can hear your mom calling, i think she's in a rush
as you walk past me to leave , please remember not to touch.
This sentiment is felt by everybody,
Our lives is in a clutch.

At the start it might have been a bit fun,
We getting to a point where from ourselves we want to run.
Thoughs becoming undone, i'm watching myself daily on a boring rerun.
If it was not for writing, i dont know what i would have done.
thank god i dont have a gun,
i'm not suicidal, just my brain have been idle
my thoughts starting to become a little dum.
i'll shoot at the stars, to the beat of insanity's drum.
I laugh crazily, squeezing the trigger like delicious plum.
feelings caught in a void, i must have searched my inner soul to much
they packed up, and angrily conveyed that they done.

Now from my feelings i'm shunned
sanity sitting in a corner arms over knees rocking,
a sound, sounds like a hum.
Its face look glum,
i cant blame him
to the madness we have succumb.
just some fun while im jotting thoughts
there is the funny side of life also
sometimes in the darkness to long i get caught
am i really crazy, the answer is deviding by zero
it comes to nought.
  May 2020 Faizel Farzee
misha
lately i've been feeling stumped
because even my own roots do
not ground me firmly
but they want to
bury me
alive
quarantine hasn't been easy on me. i want out soon.
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