Friday, November 20, 2015

#14: The Ballad of an Almost-Poet

On days when the Sun
Refuses to win the Sky
And winds sharpen their smooth edges
Over the contours of life-weary faces

When you need to huddle over yourself
And hurry down the street a little
Before you realise there's nothing to hurry towards
And slow down once more

On nights when you lie awake
In bed for mindless hours
And feel electricity surge like power in your fingertips
Wondering if mediocrity is all there is to Life

When the dark is all you can bear
In the endless Night of a bleak world
And you almost wish the Selfishness of humanity
Will manage to kill it

You realise that this life is
Too short for realizations, and
Too long for happiness
So you pray for
Strength to bear your breath
And a few more words to
Just put pain to paper.

Because when all the Seas dry up
And sand fills up what pretends to be Soul
Maybe you will find the Love you need
And the words you died for.

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