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I feel so empty today
I could decide to run away.
Stress is on me, I’m trying very very hard to meet up
To the standards I see all around me, my assignments, dreams, plans, timetable and all.
You know, I’m so engrossed in my thoughts
And because I couldn’t greet you this morning, you concluded I was a snub
Not knowing I’m long lost, being no longer in this realm,
With my eyes wide open but senses unaware.
While I love to move motions and be famous
I discovered I’m just too weak to suffer pain.
Could I be a victim of circumstance?
Is it true: no pain, no gain?
I’m smiling in your face but I’m in tears;
I stand in awe, I’m full of fears
But I try each day to gather up my broken pieces
And to put on some smiles’ crutches.
Would I ever blend to this system?
Would I get adapted?
Issokay, let me try to hasten up.
So many individuals are not the realities of what they are,
Because we’ve all added a little pinch of make up
Make over and so many things to tush ourselves up.
Can we help it?
Can we live what we have inside us?
Can we come out without our make ups and overs
And be bold enough to represent our thoughts?
No, your words are not enough,
We see your behaviors each day.
The craving within us we don’t understand
But we chase after mirages and turn our backs on the realities
All with the hope of a better ahead, a brighter tomorrow.
While we want to be good,
We find ourselves becoming evil.
We need help.
Jesus’ enough, yet we fail to accept.
Ain’t a religion-bias poesy though
It’s just that our hearts cry so loud and unheard of a presence we cannot define.
And our Help is near
But we fail to forbear.
Who else would heed or cry
And answer to our sighs?
This we’d search for forever.
© Denu Vour Bon