Go here,
No, Go there.
Do this,
No, do that.
S-T-O-P. Stop.
Their Commands, I follow.
Their wishes, I grant them.
Now lay therein is a tired mind and a tired soul.
The void inside is growing.
Lost that light inside, who am I?
Like a feather gliding through the wind,
Like sand being pushed my the water,
I go on with life.
Like a soldier that's meant to be tough and obedient,
I fight in this life.
But time to time, I wallow.
Oh, how despair and hopelessness knocked into my system.
They filled my whole being,
As I cried thousand years to sleep.
An artist I want to become but all they say are caution signs.
Fighting I must do,
Conquer and divide,
Strategize how to win,
But before I go to the war,
I looked at the mirror.
Lo and behold,
The enemy was myself.
The direction of my life was always in my hands.
Go here, Go there, Do this, Do that.
L-E-T-G-O. Let go, for my decision has long gone passed.
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Misty Sea | Poems
SonstigesAnother tear fell from her eyes and it joined the trillion tears in the sea. Then, she jumped into the sea. Under the sea, she tried to find and catch her old tears but it wasn't found. Suddenly, she realized that she was already in a pool of tears...
