Words ...

There I was, stumbling over words.
Struggling to grasp a few,
So that I could weave them into a few sentences.
May be words which could make a difference.
And he will know how I feel.
But not only I failed to express it right,
I just loosened my grip and let it all fall back.
Just like the waves on the shore.
One moment so close,
The other moment heading back so fast,
That you have to manage to stay behind.
He never understood the pain it caused.
The tarnished soul behind those few scattered words.
Or even the tears that rolled down my cheeks.

If only I was better with words

I think I would have been fine.

If only I was better with words

I think he would have been mine. 

Alone In The Dark

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  So here I am curled up in the sheets,

All alone in the dark, listening to my own heart beat.

 

 

 

 

Eyes wide open and senses awake,

Hearing the voices, hoping that the silence will break.

 

 

 

 My body is alive but my soul quite dead,

Tears of repentance that I religiously shed.

 

One Hope.

When all hopes die, One remains. 

For our sins there is no one to be blamed. 

For we are all sane. 

We know what is right and wrong. 

We know where we ultimately belong. 

For in this world of joy and pain,

When all hopes die, One remains.