Power

Sunday, August 13, 2017   hell , hope , Lonely , Love , marriage , suicide

He lies there, depressed in all ways.

Strangled on his neck, 

Tied is harsh and sick relationship band.

He who dreamt of kissing angelic love,

Now hauls in dirt, barely alive, cursed with antipathy.

His heart and breath, which have averted their sync,

Want the game to end, want to end all the blame.

But it’s his hope that’s pushing,

His will to not die, but win over.

Amidst the rage of the storm, 

Thin candle wants to stay strong and lighted.

For spreading love and light is braver,

Than to seek for them simply.