When tears came out of my dour eyes,
In depth of faint soul and sobbing sighs,
All the cosmos here felt inutile,
Of rich hearted folk, but introversively futile,
Birds passed by me to revive a new hope,
Not to think of tieing new knots, a new rope,
I was lost, lost my reins, went insane,
Trees shed leaves commemorated my pain,
And all my endeavors, hopes, got objected,
Contused soul, detested, and twicely rejected,
Where could I find a beacon of salvation,
Undernaeth there might I find the warmth of consolation,
There I found hundred of stars directing and suggesting,
Solacement is the only way of living not sobbing,
We live solo, scattering in the immense sky,
You are not alone, see through this peak high,
Embrace all suffering and the pain with open eyes,
And be a man of concrete and wise,
No matter how massive is your pain in depth and size,
The angst will perish, and you will rise.
Written By
Shahid Hussain
27 oct, 2015
Categories:
solacement, art, blue,
Form: Quatern
I've spent a life time
basking in the shadows of turpitude
finding warmth in the coolness of night
where feeling sorry for myself
became the deterrent from my own absurdities
I searched for strength amongst the struggle
and saught relief through self mutilation
but all I found were broken images
of what I've dreamt myself to be
So I surrendered my life
wiped my eyes
cleaned up my arms
and began reconstructing my structure
I no longer seek shelter in solacement
and the chains that once bound me
no longer tie me into darkness
'for you've been defeated
and I've been forgiven
and with the quater mark
of my life vastly approaching
I will compliment my saviours success
by living!
Categories:
solacement, inspirational, life, uplifting, life,
Form: Lyric