Poems of Pain and Solitude

echoes of you

Dear You,

Did you know I can still hear your voice

Echoing through hallways in my mind?

Is placidity something I'll ever find?

Because for the moment, I've no choices

As to who I love and who I miss

But I know it's always been like this.

Your voice is like an old favourite song,

One that made me feel like I belonged

Somewhere. But now it's all gone.

Forsaken days of laughters full of truth,

The magic in naive youth.

Not the nights of misery

And doubt for every choice you make

Or step you take.

I set reminders to forget you,

And the way your lullabies would pull

At the cords of my heartstrings

Making me feel full,

Instead of empty, like I've lost something

From my soul.

Life can throw stones

But I dodged them, pain on my face

As they landed into this lonely lake

Where the trees weep on their own

Branches longingly brushing the surface.

The rose's wilt has died

And given up a part of herself to feel alive.

The stones would ricochet

Ripples of calamitous luck,

That one would call love.

Wavering water,

Tracing a thousand circles,

A frail perfection to be ruined

With just a touch of skin.

Can the echo come before the scream?

Everything I live is a daydream

And I'm not sure I'm living, feeling.

Is anything real?

Hope is nothing but a mirage

Under a colored camouflage

Of dreams.

People have dreams, but do they have hope?

Most of the times we're tied by ropes

Pulling us down when we soar.

But I know that we've never had wings

To start with.

Writing for hours in a black and white room

Blinded by the mocking moon.

Letters inked in blood

Where I pour my heart out,