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Please spare me,
From what eats me.
I can bearly lift a finger,
Against what comes after me

In the shadows,
In the night,
At dusk,
After the noise settles, it comes

Creeping in,
A crawl, and then a step.
Not knowing what approaches;
A figment of imagination stretched

It twists and turns,
Into what it wants,
Into what I fear it wants,
Into what it wants.

What is it that haunts me,
What is it that creeps in?
Of life, but full of death,
Anger subsides in memories.

I’m left as a husk,
Devoid of life,
Devoid of strife,
All because, I’ve a haunting pet beside.

Acceptance of cries,
Acceptance of sighs,
What has become of my life,
With this haunting nightmare at my side.

Give me hope,
Give me life,
I yearn for more,
And yet I lie here in demise.

I want to see more,
I want to hear,
And yet I am here;
Incapable of putting up a fight.

Help me brace myself,
Against this shadow.
Against it’s brother death.
Help me, against my own breath.

I don’t know what to do
I don’t know where to see
All I see are dark horizons
Across the sea

The memories that haunt me
They live in me.
The life that taunts me,
Has long gone past by me.

And yet the vivid memories of sea
Still stay beside me
Of the winds that blew
Of the smells I rue

The sea turns black
The sky turns grey
As I relive my memory
Every other day.

Please help me.
Please spare my soul.
Of this disease I carry,
Of wanting to go home.

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Poetry

Chasing Dreams

Over the cold winter winds,
Beyond the dawn of summer’s light.
Lay a person of immense life,
Of memories long past, but well defined.

As the daily sun rose from dawn,
Only for it to settle at dusk,
She knew no bounds would keep her,
From being what she was.

Life was frail, but not her.
She knew the saying,
“We owe it to ourselves;
To achieve the dreams we desire.”

Over time, she spun around the sun.
As she grew, so did she learn to run.
And she stumbled,
Stumbled hard.

Strife and hardship would fall on her,
Like they do on any soul ‘fore long.
But every dawn, she would remember,
To wade through to her goal,
Towards the ones she aspired.

For it is only on us,
To chase the dreams we desire.
For us to break the shackles,
To run after the dreams we aspire.


 

PS: 

This is a small poetry I wrote for someone. I don’t know how much it matters now but I think it’s a good message for anyone to have. 🙂

Poetry

Mind’s Solace

Perhaps in the edges of darkness,
A light exists that shines beyond,
But I’m here standing on the shore,
With the shadows of an unseen giant dawned.

I’m fireproof, but the cold within
Ate apart at my sanity,
Leaving behind a brittled reality.
And the shadows, they crawl up my skin.

For it seemed to be like eons,
Since the world around had life and colour.
A blank dust of grey, covers the surface.
With each passing day, the fervor within felt smaller.

Each stumble, pieces of me break and fall
And with every crumble, I crawl to my place.
But is it worth it to be in this race
Is it worth it, just for another rainfall?

The world keeps changing,
Uninterested of another’s plight.
People take lives for granted,
Unconsciously snuffing out their light.

Promises granted one after another
But how many do follow through
Maybe not a handful, but definitely only a few
And so we end up at the mercy of other

Maybe the pain will leave,
Maybe it will end up being smaller.
But the life I live, the reality my mind conceives,
Is but a disaster that fits like an iron collar.

Of the notions my mind creates,
It can’t help but ask, what have I done to deserve this fate.
O my whimsical impulses and desires,
Why have you brought me here, in front of closed gates.

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Poetry

Unrelenting

Perhaps the words I want to say,
Will never leave me in a way
As dust and fog cloud my world
You stand there standing, underestimating

A broken mess of a soul
Is what I’ve become
A foul soul livid with rage n sorrow
A fragile self with no yearn for tomorrow

For the cliched life in me
You were the world to me
Dreams that won’t be fulfilled
But grow inside, waiting, mocking, baiting

Perhaps the answers I seek,
Will never lend themselves to me
As rain and lightning breaks my self,
You stand there, not understanding

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A pleasure for the soul
Now breaks inch by inch
A pickaxe slowly cutting astray
Of self that I had hidden away

Hatred n sorrow is all I feel,
As an embodiment of lies fester and grow
Why have I not realized it yet
That perhaps I am that,
That perhaps I am sorrow.

What is it that takes to connect,
To another in ways that one can’t comprehend
Why is it that words are too less
To describe what my self had felt

I wish for nothing but the desires I have
It’s perhaps selfish but i know
And I stand here, still standing
As you walk away, leaving.

As I stare,
As I desire.
As I watch my dreams with leer.
As I still stand here, unrelenting.

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Poetry

Rebuilt With Fire

Why is it that I can’t move,
Nor can I stay in one place.
It’s like life has forgiven me,
And yet has strangled me.

The ambitions, dreams, motivations,
They matter little to me.
Unlike before;
They no longer drive me

Poetry feels like penance
For crimes never committed.
Unless unfulfilled dreams,
Were crimes for me to see.

It’s as if light has averted me;
Dwelling in darkness is all I see.
For little has perhaps changed,
Discounting the hope that has forgone me.

Like a broken glass vase,
Rebuilt with the ire of fire.
What has life become for me.
What has life become of me.