Many sleepless nights I have spent at my desk, longing for the right words to describe that which haunts me. It's in these nights that I came to love this art. It is my description, my words, of what I cannot find words to describe. My emotions poured to paper, overflowing the walls I've created to retain them for the day.
I see the pain in this world
The pain of ages so far away
I see the pain of lives been twirled
The world's too much for them today
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Today begins
as the last one ends
a perpetual motion
of death and life.
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The cord of life quickly unwound
as it follows its turns round and round
the pain She feels which knows no bounds
will hardly stop till she makes a sound
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The ocean waves lap at my feet, the warm salt speckled water warming me against the soft breeze. Soft tan sand as fine as dust shifts beneath my feet. The sun still sits above the horizon, which was good, because she wasn't here yet. I've been waiting so long. I stopped counting the days when I began to lose hope, but I still wait for her. She is so lost in here own mind, so confused by over-analyzing thoughts.
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Sunlight filters through
my window,
piercing the harsh darkness
that's harbored within.
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