Midnight Sun
Gathering the last bit of energy, I reached the bus-stop, Whatever else did, the fatigue never did stop, Broken in the body, slowly breaking in the mind, I wonder why I put up with this daily grind. The cars, the
Chained
To stretch your arms, yet feel them cuffed, To free up your ears, yet feel them stuffed, To see something, and yet feel so blind, To walk ahead, and be left far behind. It was such a beautiful dream, a
Us
Hand in hand we walked, across the breadth of land, Across the oceans, and into the playground of God’s Hand, Where the stars and planets, mere dots, went past in a blur, And our thoughts seemed to happen before they
Living Dead
They walk the streets of every town, every city, A living tribute to the greatest human ability, To get hurt, and be unable to forgive or forget, To bide their time, counting the days, at every sunset. A miserable existence,
Quicksand
Though perfectly working, I cannot see a thing, For, your smile blocks every other sight, It has settled forever on my eyes, And doesn’t even step aside for the sunlight. It is long since I’ve hear a different thing, Every