The Wreckage of my Youth
The wreckage of my youth,
impaired by the noiseless truth
fondless dreaming in memories seething
Holding my head up in endless hells of leavings,
feeling my anger, my trustless deceivers
Coming for me, my thoughts and my feelings
Hopless wandering, in eternity breathing
All that i have is now drenched of meaning.
Dr. Who
Just a crack in a wall
Somewhere in a house in a small town
Some make believes and discrepances
kids see worlds as adults focus on dusty schemes
the brick wall behind the tapestry
Full of wonder and frolickery
What could have been and oh what might be?
The children exclaim, oh so free
While the older ones and elders scream
To finally stop dreaming and happily bickering
„See the world as it is“
„No dreams, no hope, no time for free“
„Work at day, from dusk til dawn“
„And finally move on, move on“
„From dreaming, laughing, all that happiness“
„everything, yes all, just pay the bills, no less“.
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Midnight Confessions
PoetryUnveiling the raw truths of growing up under the cloak of midnight. Midnight Confessions is a poetry collection that delves into the messy, beautiful journey of growing up. Of what it feels like being in the moment, feeling the a gut-wrenching heart...
