Morning breeze
Kissed the cheek
Hoping to speak
To his barren spirit.
Breakfast calling
Coffee brewing
Everyone expecting
To see him beaming.
But he sat in bed
Stared empty instead
Heeded the clock
Hope no one knocks.
Just another day
Just like yesterday
Like the day before
He’ll pass once more.
Like the forest, with all its mystery and deafening silence, I thrive. I like to keep myself beneath the facade of the acceptable. I like to keep it that way. Besides it is the only thing left.
Going uphill exhausts and consumes me, nearly taking all the essence. Then I ask myself ‘when will this end?’ Opening the door to my office, I sighed. I used to have the ardor of knowing the littlest detail and finding a way to make everything work in harmony. But now, all I think about is how to survive the day at work.
I prayed for enlightenment. Scouring the dusty forgotten storage, I think of years ahead. But right this moment, I have one thing certain. It’s time for me to write again.
An unheard place
Where sunshine resides
Where tears subside
I would like to go there
But where is where?
A faraway refuge
For a beaten soul
That’s beyond reach
I want to stay there
How beyond is beyond?
A different retreat
Finally I can savor
Finally you will honor
I want to rest there
So when is it finally final?
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