Stuck I was in a conflict
Whether to do or not to.
To fall, I chose, And so I did
off a high and isolated cliff.
The cold hard ground, I was scared to hit
But a glimpse of river made me do it,
No more in a position to restart what I did,
Now as i drown with no breaths out and no breaths in
I wonder how I forgot
I cannot swim…
~Words Above Swords ~
When do I know I’m
Depressed enough to be able
To write better?
~words above swords~
If life was a paper
Mine’s been scribbled over,some by me, some by others,
Lend me, please, a blank sheet
Wish to write it again all over.
Speaking of my cheers and rages,
Written emotions, written feelings
Suppressed under a mesh of ink,
Smelling of spilled liquor,
Blue and black, mixed together,
Here I am again, trying to mess
With time and tide
Through scribbles, a bit of past trying to hide,
The other bit, trying to recover.
Scribbles covering my eyes,
Mists surround, fog bound is my head,
Waiting for the wind to blow over,
Make me feel clear and sober.
Diaries full of blue and black,
Tired of writing all my rants,
Bins are full from crumbled pages
A smile waiting to be put on, since ages.
I’ve seen enough of black and blue,
Where have gone the other hues?
When will I get to see the other colors?
Even if I do, who’ll paint me again all over?
~ Words above Swords ~
Overthoughtful sleep; every night
Set on repeat.
~ Words Above Swords ~