At the touch of Divine love every scar of the soul is instantly healed.
Demetrios Trifiatis
04 October 2026
What had happened?
What is wrong?
They all will ask
But will they risk understanding?
No, many can’t handle the idea
The idea that the being before them was broken
Rejoined and broken again
Over and over with nothing to give
Nothing but a fake smile and laugh to ease others
Will they know it’s fake?
Will they even care?
What would happen if we could all give a bit more?
To those around us broken beyond repair?
Would the world spin a bit brighter?
Or would we all become a bit darker?
Oh I’d ask what is wrong?
What had happened?
What is needed?
If only I could speak
But alas
I am broken.
Soft like the skin of a baby
Like the ocean on a quiet night, not a breeze to be blown
Soft like the breath of a child hiding under her desk
Like the whispers of her teacher as she locks the door
The soft steps of anger through an empty hallway
Her soft hair as it absorbs what she once was and could have been
Soft silk of a casket she lies in after she takes her last breath
Soft, are the cries of a childless mother
Soft are the prayers of the local church
Soft is the sentence he will receive
Because soft is the government who oversees
We live to die,
For no man knows what tomorrow holds,
And in the end, the last appointment we all must keep is death.
When the Angel of Death comes,
He does not ask for your title,
He does not bow to your riches,
He is not moved by your power, your fame, or your crown.
At the end, we all die.
Whether you are young with dreams still budding,
Or old with stories etched in wrinkles,
Whether you are mighty or broken, celebrated or forgotten,
We all die.
It is painful, yet undeniable — there is nothing we can do to escape it.
We were not born to remain here forever;
We were born to pass through.
This life is but a breath, a fleeting shadow,
We live it once, and only once.
So let that once be worthwhile.
Therefore, live knowing we are here for a short time,
Do not look down on others, do not trample the lowly,
For you do not know what tomorrow will make of any man.
The beggar today may be a king tomorrow, and the king today, dust.
We live to die so love deeply,
Forgive quickly, live truthfully,
And let your life echo beyond the grave.
As he lay in bed with butterflies in his stomach,
and a heart that felt twice its size,
clutching at his chest with gratitude and excitement.
Someone finally saw him!
They saw his talent.
They saw his gift.
They noticed his skill with a brush and pen.
They found him in the lowest of all places,
saw right through his cordial gestures
and a forced grin.
They appreciated the struggle.
The real him.
Flaws and all.
And loved him still.
They saw beauty within the pain
and did not run away,
where so many others had passed him over.
They found him in dark corners
when he had almost quit,
feeling like a failure.
He had grown so accustomed
to the massive oversights,
yet this one truly shocked him.
Immediately, his soul rejoiced,
reigniting his sense of purpose.
Tears of gratitude
gradually filled his eyes.
A new love for his craft emerged,
and the heavy stone upon his heart
was finally released,
allowing the floodgates of emotion
to open.
It only took one
who truly believed in him.
This one admirer.
They helped him
to stay the course.
Never Say Never
Never say no to the moons in pain,
never kill the caged dove.
Turn off the alarm that kills the birds —
you are the one who can save them.
I hear voices asking for life,
I hear whispers, I hear cries.
I will not stop, I will listen to them,
because I am the one who cares.
They are alone beyond the sea,
I live on the northern sea.
I will never say no, I will listen to their voice —
that is the only help from my side.
Run
She marched.
No shoes,
just marched —
grey patches on her legs,
stiff and hard.
Metal watching from above,
nowhere to hide,
just to walk.
She cannot sit,
she has to write.
The world must listen to the cries,
but how long can she survive?
The buzzer alerted.
It landed —
landed on her with a thud so wild.
Pen in her hand.
Pen was her guide.
The leaderboard was my space to climb
I reached top spot in record time
they all proclaimed I was the only one
who could put out fires, reverse the damage done
and I’ll admit it felt so fun
being crowned number one
but it didn’t last, I’ve learnt that now
I’m fading quickly, trying to climb back up, but I don’t know how
Innovation and perfect plans
I held the keys in my hands
there was no luck I couldn’t undo
I always knew what to do
but one year later the difference is striking
I find mistakes to be too inviting
I’m hoarse from all the voices that I’m always fighting
there’s a new me in town that they find more exciting
I no longer belong
in his village of wrong
hanging on to his words
I’ve been here for too long
and as much as they say
that it’s not going this way
I can’t stand to watch it unfold as I lose all of my weight
there were problems before
of this I am sure
but I seemed to have answers then that I don’t have anymore
I’m being phased out
no matter how loud I shout
the leaderboard is not mine
it’s no longer my time
LOST
Tears
Without a face
Cannot run
They've lost their way
They stream inside
A deep dark lake
Erodes, divides
And reshapes
IF you are never noticed ... No one will notice your pain
Hall of Shame, where I currently dwell
Played the game, but it was bound to fail
While the Devil just danced
I was Demon romanced
Head aflame, with Hellhounds on my trail
STINGING BLOOD SUCKING AWARENESS
There stood I,
As black as night;
My skin, buck-naked:-
A blood-sucking mosquito,
Painfully bit me with its stinger;
Causing me to slap it with my hand:-
Then I blew its dead body from my palm;
Giving awareness of gaining liberation:
We must become as liberty’s hand,
And our political oppressors,
As stinging mosquitoes:
Slapped and blown:-
To weather the strain, of memories stained
To sever the ties that blind
To grasp the rope, a beacon of hope
To forever free your mind
A fog has been cleared, a beacon appeared
A much better friend to find
A new path emerged, from the pain you purged
An enemy left behind
Every day hurts a little more,
Feels like I'm sleeping on a concrete floor.
Every day I feel worse,
Wear my body like a curse.
My energy drained by years of pain,
Every moment lost came with no gain.
So many passions set aside,
So many dreams I learned to hide.
And every day that I look back,
I see the widening of every crack.
A stolen childhood wrapped in shame,
My heart learned how to bear the blame.
A command to smile when I was ill,
But they never let me eat my fill.
Everyone else had needs to be met,
And they haven't even considered mine yet.
Every breath fills my lungs with a fire
That can never match my heart's desire.
Every beat of that treacherous heart
Taught me how to play their part.
Every step I will ever take,
They never thought I had the strength to make.
Yet every day that I awake,
I see again how much it can take.
So here I seek solace among the trees,
No judgement in the gentle breeze.
Here I'll sit and silently weep
For all I've lost and could not keep.
I have no control.
I’m helpless.
I’m lesser.
I’m stuck.
Am I then or now?
I got stuck in the sensible plan of looking after my foot.
The physical pain would have been better.
Written: September 24, 2026
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The house grows quiet, voices fade away,
Empty chairs wait guests who won't arrive.
The telephone robotic rings betray,
Silence that surrounds me, makes me strive.
My knuckles built up their own syntax,
Every joint and bone is mapped by ache.
A display of pills on the top of the tacks,
A week of tunnels and no house break.
Friends as stones I've gathered over the years,
Some polished smooth, others jagged, worn.
Doctor's waiting room now calms my fears,
No mantelpiece gatherings, no morn.
Feelings of loneliness are as thick as rain,
Its monotonous, never-ending of night.
I speak to screens, endure the loop again,
For comfort in the artificial light.
Yet dawn comes, the kitchen window stays,
Coffee still holds a flavor, rich and deep.
I'm still here counting on my numbered days,
Still someone's father, still the love to keep.
For children's names I'd memorize, their needs,
Through every darkness, through hardest falls.
The body is tired, but love still intercedes,
And life, though shaking, still recalls.
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