The world trembles, gripped by fear's embrace,
Come forth, extend your hand, be our saving grace,
Come forth, extend your hand, in this chaotic space,
Words trapped within, thoughts a tangled maze.
Voice unheard, silenced from the very start,
Lost in shadows, torn and apart,
Cancerous doubts like ivy consume innocence,
Earth's song, a melody for our collective sense.
Oh, beautiful life, shining with untamed allure,
Oh, come now, save us, be our remedy and cure.
Here lies history, inadequate against reality's tide,
In my voice, in my mind, the plea I can't hide,
For your salvation, for you to truly see,
In these desperate hours, our longing plea.
Here, the world teeters on the edge of the abyss,
In my realm, efforts falter, adrift like a lost wish,
To breathe, to heal, to persist and endure,
Our existence suspended, uncertain, obscure.
Oh, beautiful life, your radiance so pure,
Oh, come now, save us, let your solution mature.
Oh, beautiful life, your essence so profound,
Oh, come now, save us, let hope resound.
Here, the problem unfurls its wings wide,
And we, unwittingly, its architects reside,
In our earth, our humble home, we must strive,
Love, preservation, the values that will survive.
And here, we can ascend, rise above,
To reassess, in heaven or hell, find the dove,
Or right here, right now, on this earthly shore,
We love you, we love you, forevermore.
(Silence)
Within a world ailing, mysteries enfold,
An unseen affliction, through shadows it roams,
Troubled minds it holds, joy sometimes untold,
Imagined ills concoct, an enigma that looms and drones.
Fictitious worries creep, sly, into hearts' domain,
Weaving webs of anxiety, transient fears,
Yet the mind's strength can shatter this feigned bane,
Awakening clarity, letting genuine light steer.
Within a world afflicted, mysteries cascade, An unseen ailment, through shadows finds its trade,
Restless minds it grips, where joy might start to fade,
Conjured troubles weave, an enigma's intricate crusade.
Invented woes seep in, stealthy, into heart and mind,
Spinning meshes of worry, fleeting trepidation's course,
But the mind's resilience can break this design,
Arousing clearness, letting authentic light endorse.
Oh, Ixodes holocyclus...
Oh, Ixodes holocyclus...
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Strange Days - Collection of Poems
PoetryFor a considerable duration, I've dedicated myself to crafting an array of poetry and songs, often intertwining the two. The allure of poetry lies in its melodic potential, a quality absent in what some might label as lifeless words. It's this attri...
