A Collection of Poems

The Voice

I lived.

         And you are grateful, aren’t you?

 He took them away from me.

          He didn’t and you know that!

I’m suffering and I still am.

         But you’re alive, aren’t you?

I lost everyone.

         And soon, you will lose me too.

I shouldn’t have listened to Him.

         But you did, didn’t you?

Is He here?

         Always.

What’s my purpose?

Why did he spare me?

What am I doing?

What should I do?

Who am I, really?

The boy went on and on with his questions.

         Live and find out for yourself.

                  Don’t forget.

                           Instead, be thankful and cherish.

                                     Do anything,

                           Be anything,

                  Love anyone, 

                           Like it’s your last day.

                                    Like tomorrow, you’ll be gone.

                                             Like you will never see the sun rise again.

                                                    Live and discover yourself.

                                                      Until then, I will stay.

I don’t need you.

         That’s a lie and you know that.

                  Live and be happy.

         Trust yourself.

 How?

         One day, you’ll know.

 When will that day come?

         Any day.

                  Tomorrow.

                           Next week.

                  Next month.

         Next year.

                  When do you want it to happen?