A palpable torment swallows up the soul,
A walk on cliffs, watched by the rooks of death,
With bloody feet on stones about to roll,
Fear breaches on each stolen breath.
No sun will rise, the dark nights attest,
A wanderer lost within a daunting haze,
On this grim path, the spirit finds no rest,
While seeking exit from this endless maze.
Life is absurd, a hollow void—forlorn—
A glaring gift presented to a buoyant youth;
In the heart, a fire of passion was born,
In search for meaning, yet meets bitter truth.
The hope withered, a dark, fallen eyelash,
And perished on your tear-soaked cheek;
Your fiery dreams burned into ash,
As the brightest stars grow cold and weak.
Your wish went up with the fleeting smoke,
The moment you blew out the candle\'s flame,
Your nightly prayers in pure silence spoke,
Never reached the one who has no name.
But still, as children, get lost in wonder,
let’s learn, not judge, the truest way to live;
Through the highs and lows let\'s calmly saunter,
And wait for tomorrow, as God shall give.
Let’s seal our sight from shadows of the past,
See a world where joyful seconds are rife;
Where love graces all the future yet to cast,
And shows aesthetic values of everyday life.
The seasons cloak the trees in shifting hue,
The water sings softly, from rivers to the seas,
Beneath the flocks of birds that paint the blue,
The scents of pine and clover are on the breeze.
Helen, how could all life\'s beauty flee,
Escape the notice of your enchanting eyes,
Surely every mirror met you, shattered in plea,
Before reflecting your smile\'s lovely surprise.
8/04/2025