It is morning, again
I need to wake up
I need to get up
I am back,
but I still lack
Something, something
I’ve always wanted
I’m too scared, again
To face the sunshine
To look in the sky
For I expect
That this weather will provide me
Nothing, nothing
As it always did
The ceiling hasn’t been a help for me
It paints the memories
I can’t let go of
Colorful, yet disturbing
Wondering if I didn’t waste the chance,
If I didn’t wait to regret
Was it beautiful?
I can’t respond
After a lot of ticktocks
On that annoying clock
I’m grateful, they vanish
But new ones appear
daydreams I long,
warmth and bliss for tomorrow
They will never happen
And will remain fantasies
I’m used to these paintings
On the same ceiling every night
Am I supposed to live in a broken past
And an unreal future?
No one’s wrapping their presents for me.
I’ve wandered over the seas
Flown through the clouds
Climbed the summits of the mountains
And walked through the vastness of the deserts
with nothing beyond the horizon
And now
I’m about to go home Continue reading “Another Adventure – Poem”
Thought of lost lover
Conquered my peaceful mind; felt
her arms around me
Old conversations
Reading all of them tonight
I just feel lonely
I wish I have you
I wish I should have told you
That I still need you
i am happy
But i realize
i’m still holding the past
that broke me
it’s still there
i was just inside my fantasy
I can’t avoid thinking
And imagining about you
Seeing your beauty and gracility
before me
I just miss you
Burning Poems 