Sometimes the pain becomes too real
It's just too much to bare...

I'm sorry that I laughed too much
I always was the fool...

What if God was deaf?
And we send him all our prayers...

Once again I find myself,
Placing a shaky foot on the stair...

Another face
Inside the crowd...

I am the unknown void
Or so some people say...

The blunt edge of a tactless knife
Opens up my wounds again...

*these are my first attempts at daimante poems, i...
HEAVEN...

LIGHT
Brilliant Luminous...

The night’s velvety blanket fell,
Capturing me in my personal hell...

The lonely corridors of my mind,
Lie bitter, empty, still...

*for Rosy*
People build walls around themselves...