Broken

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I’d just begun…why then do I see the shadows of the end
looming venomously, viciously
I seek refuge in the soulful notes of the piano; for
its lonely chords resonate with my thoughts
forcing the torrent of sadness to flow mercilessly…
Yet, the heaviness lingers, pulling me down,
stealing e’en the wish to look up or to struggle
or the will to be free…just free…
I let others shatter me to pieces
now I reign as a ghost within shattered pieces,
each piece home to infinite memories,
each memory home to infinite moments stabbing
cruelly into all realms of my existence.
And I wonder, why did I begin?
I cannot pretend not to hear the
cliched echoes of a million whispers scream at me,
soothing me in their classy way,
with the strength born of infinite pain…
And I, the silence in the broken pieces, seeking peace…infinite peace…

Thank You 😊😊

I Wish…!!!

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How I wish I could weave my cold silence
into songs for them who yearn for solace…
Mired in the verity of lost ideals,
How I wish I could weave my cold silence,
though I am one wading in my own fears
of expectations and utter setbacks…
How I wish I could weave my cold silence
into songs for them who yearn for solace…!!!

Thank You 😊😊

Mirrored!!!

Three Line Tale(photo by Victor Furtuna via Unsplash)

What has passing, never-to-meet-again faces to do with me?

They intrigue me; their unacquainted faces reflecting dubiousness, fear, curiosity- all caught unawares by my harsh judgement.

But then, somewhere along my unknown journey, I stopped judging when I realised “Am I not one of those fleeting faces”?

Thank You 😊😊

 

 

A Girl Remembers…

What Do You See?

A knight, a ray of hope, or a better world?
What are you gazing at, girl?

Pools of despair tainted with false hopes
scream through your woeful eyes…
You limit your existence as a canvas for the world to hurl its scars and scorns…

What are you still waiting for, girl?
Or have you forgotten again?

It was never the knight or the world
that held the shimmer of your eyes
It was you, dear girl…it was always you
You, the one who made it all better.

Now, wipe off that sorrow and let in that
lovely smile and faith to shine through
your scars and tears.
Let the world be dazzled
by your indomitable brilliance once again…!!!

 

Thank You😊😊

 

Destined Dreams

After all those wars that have wiped timelines,
after all the bloodshed flooding our seas for epochs,
the mysterious cosmos that decides our destiny
brings in a notion to breathe life into me…
As I breathe in life,
I hear the spirits of yesteryears
veiled beyond time
whispering among constellations,
of their aspirations for me.
Naively, I stand bewildered,
because I bear enigmatic dreams
etched by the irrefutable destiny
while mine wander about in hopes
to tether itself to me…

Sammi Cox Weekend Writing

Thank You 😊😊

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