The regret syndrome

Sometimes I act, and then I rue The choices that I made Sometimes I freeze, and wish I knew The chances that I trade Sometimes I sin, and feel the guilt The pain that I inflict Sometimes I miss, the…

Doom is the common doom

I crave a spark of optimism A flash of brightness in the gloom Of our land ripped by conflict and rage Where doom is the common doom No battle can mend the scars of the past No gore can cleanse…

The sad face syndrome

My face is a paradox, a constant frown Not a reflection of my mood, but a permanent crown Maybe it’s the plaster, maybe it’s the genes A factory flaw, a glitch in the machine But people always wonder, why so…

Beyond divisions

I do not waste my breath on those Who clash for faith or creed They spew their lies and hatred, but They do not have my heed I only ask for one thing, that Whatever shrine you build You open…

The sparkle of longing

My vision shattered, I lost the edges of the world. You are the only thing I see, a tunnel of light in the night. But you are not the moon, you are a comet of pain. You burn me with…

That gentle smile

In the dark of night, when sorrow grips my soul And desperation fills my every breath I long for a touch of warmth, a glimpse of hope A sign that I am not alone in this Then I see him,…

A sound in the silence

I came back home after months of study Hoping to find some peace and rest But my room was cold and void of life As if it had been long left The only sound that broke the silence Was a…

I am the sun of my own sky

I am the sun of my own sky I shine with love for myself I heal my wounds with my warmth I ignore the clouds of doubt They say I am too bright They say I blind their sight But…

Who am I?

To a world, I’m just a shell A stranger, distant, silent I keep my walls up high and well No danger, no contact But those who know me deep, they see A soul that’s different I weep, I cling, I…

The flowers that never bloomed

We were the flowers that never bloomed We withered in the storm of violence We lost our petals, our fragrance, our colors We fell one by one, like raindrops of blood What did you gain, O Gardener of life? If…