Eyes opening wide after an age, Looking outside the shattered window glass, Wondering if it's me or the clouds, Casting a dark shadow on the grass, Birds fleeing west, winds flowing east, Something's coming but not the storm, Clenched fists, eyes fixed, prepared, To take on the evil in any form.
Tag: poetry
The Burning Ashes
Vast as an ocean, Endless as the sky, The fuel to my will, Never runs dry, One step forward, Two steps behind, I may fall and crumble, But won't change my mind, Top of the mountain, Or deep down the sea, My hunger stays alive, No matter where I'd be, Piles of mistakes, Garbage full … Continue reading The Burning Ashes
Conundrum
Seeking answers from a stone, To silence my inner voices, I fear I'm losing my mind, Over the conundrum of choices, That lie ahead of me, Making me anxious, Neither of them seem relevant, But all of them look precious, Too many answers, Too many words, It was merely one question, Now seems no less … Continue reading Conundrum
My Mind's Journal 