Caged

Towering heights,
Mirroring sights
Separated by a thin opaque wall
Wanting to jump but afraid to fall
Drowning in thoughts
Depression being fought
Of unspoken qualms and fears
Swallowing disconsolate tears
Struggling to remain sane
Negative feelings becoming bane
But fate has a different intention
Wallowing in its protection
Freedom from this bondage
Fleeing this life in caged
Soon it will be emancipated
This soul will finally be contented

If you want to help

I'm drowning and you're describing the water,
asking me to swim towards the shore
when you know damn well I can not swim.

I'm choking and you're telling me to swallow,
forcing me to gulp down a glass of water
if I do, you know I'll only choke more.

I'm grasping for breath and you're asking me to just inhale,
fanning me to give me some paper smelling air
but its not what I need to help me exhale.

I'm shivering from cold and you're opening the windows,
letting the freezing breeze inside my curtainless room
despite the sun light my soul is still getting frigid.

Maybe you don't understand what I'm going through,
call it hell or call it a life crisis but its mine
and you will never know the struggle inside.

If you want to help then stop pretending you know everything,
listen to the depths of the silence of my muted heart
and maybe just maybe you can help me get through this.

Tea while raining

A cup of tea which got cold being left untouched for so long
the rain falls down, flooding the potted plants below
eyes focused on the open windows of my room
not really seeing anything that can make it blink

I gulped down a little of the bitter lukewarm tea like water
just like the state I am in... bitter, lukewarm turning cold
drowning from the heavy downpour of rain inside and outside
feeling the water, sensing the cold air but still seeing nothing

and so I said to the unseen wind and to the pouring rain
"kampai!" to the nothingness you bring to my life
"kampai!" for leaving behind flood, mud and rust on my windows...
after that I felt tired, stood up and left the tea behind

Join

Tempus fugit, non autem memoria

Silentium

a silent whisper
slashing the midnight sky
engulfed by sorrow
as dust turns to tears
falling into the abyss
unknown to the soul
torn piece by piece
sharing in the tragedy
it will end as it should be