Loneliness
Loneliness is a thing not to be admired. It hurts, it desolates, it separates, it isolates. To be surrounded by nothing is not something to rejoice. To be alive- yet dead does not lend one a positive voice. Loneliness is all that it owns up to be - For it separates- it desecrates loved ones, families, and nations.
The pride of loneliness is like the lion of Judea (roaring and fierce) a thing to be reckoned with. It devours one’s mind, body, and soul. It surrounds one’s aura takes hold, and chokes out all the positive qualities one possesses. It turns light into blackness, days into night, until it destroys one, and completely exasperates all hope.
So, do not choose to be lonely, reach out and embrace your loved ones- Reach out and embrace your life.
Categories:
desolates, appreciation, celebration, conflict, courage,
Form: Free verse
Black, the evil badness,
And the goodness everyone possess,
World changes around them,
As it's effect condemns.
For some it's just a distraction,
While for others it is their life's destruction.
Badness wraps them tightly their whole life,
At the end, stabs them with a knife.
Ambitions redeems over their selfishness,
Explores another world which is directionless,
For they desolates their perfect world,
Like snails hiding inside their shells curled.
There is badness,
All owns it being clueless,
Some ues it as weapons to shield,
While rest gets killed.
Seems mine too are awaken,
As i can feel my world shaken,
I won't let it ever happpen,
As what i have been
Through is moulded with my sweats and the wicked rain has to abstain.
Categories:
desolates, angst, anxiety, confidence, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
As if pain could no longer hurt,
she sings of love embezzled by loveless men.
As if with a drought in her eyes,
she echoes a memory of tears.
As if melancholy were an old friend,
she confides dreams unrepentant.
Her voice, scarred by sighs
and the consolation of narcotics’ embrace,
wavers and cracks when she sings,
and the cracks are fault lines,
sending forth shudders of
rapture and fracture, illusion and disillusion,
in an ecstasy of heartache that
rends the air and desolates the night
long after the song is done.
But across her voice also stretches an indigo sky
in which the stars are not stars,
but embers hung up high,
beyond the reach of the
highest tides of disenchantment,
ever wistful with a last glimmer of hope.
As if the only thing that could still surprise her
were, at long last, happiness,
as if life couldn’t fool her again with its
false promise of amaranths,
she serenades the heart’s vagaries,
and offers up a cluster of weary smiles in
a sad song blithely sung.
- inspired by Billie Holiday
Categories:
desolates, appreciation, beautiful, heartbreak, longing,
Form: Free verse