As the moon rises in the dark sky
so does the tide of emotions which starts
hitting the shores of the heart
corroding the stones that guard
the brain from these emotional
The strong cringe to the pain
of sorrow begins.
The smiling face suddenly puts on a battle gear
for a battle worst than ever.
Morning light seems forever to come,
as the battle rages into the late night.
tears couldn’t bandage the damage
regret could not ease the pain
anger couldn’t bring back the happiness
prayers couldn’t change the reality.
Gallons of spirit,wouldn’t lift
Density of smoke couldn’t warm
the coldness that had frozen the heart
no amount of running could help
reach the destiny that the heart desired.
Then arose the monster, for
the battle continues for ye olde heart to really
become ye olde heart….
cheers to life