Staring at a blank space,
Physically tired,
Mentally awake,
Lost in your own facade world,
A perfect escape from reality,
A place where no one can hurt you,
No one can judge you,
No one can make you cry.

No one, but yourself.

Tired, lying in my bed
and yet I couldn't sleep
Thinking of the thousand
moments in my life
when I could've made
a better decision,
a better choice
My life may have ended up
in a better place
These thoughts
keep me up all night
They haunt me
but it's too late
and what hurts most is
I have to live with
those decisions
for the rest of my life

If you want to leave,
then go
but please
don't come back
because
I can't anymore
be as broken
as when I was
with you

Imagine a world
with no religion,
no politics,
no race,
no country,
no rich,
no poor
and no divide
Just a world
as one
A utopia
However,
if a utopia
is a figment
of the imagination,
then
what kind of world
are we living in now?

Mind, body and soul
The three essentials of life
Take good care of them

It's 2:00 AM
but I am wide awake
Thinking of
the right colors
to paint
on my empty canvas
Poetry
has been my refuge
It has been
my outlet for creativity,
my outlet for happiness
and my outlet for sadness
It gives me great pleasure
to look for
the right words to say
It is
the manifestation
of my artistry