Falling Behind...

The waves, the waves,
Fought with boredom,
Lack of creativity,
Plagues Everyone.

Atropos Entwined.

Fate and destiny entwined,
Unprecedented with unknown,
Given only to what we don't see,
And we have so much faith unknown.

Limn Details.

There they go, off on their lives to live,
Ours are still in motion, slowed my age,
Our hopes and dreams run with them,
Our blood and soul courses through them.

Some will never feel this, never know it.

For those who choose this path, it is pity.

Such is the path of one author.

Aeon.

The end of another eternal day,
Another longest nightmare,
That new dawn is too far away,
Etched and laced with pure hope.

The night is cool and breezed,
Flowing through like a companion,
It wraps you in gentle arms,
And calms your soul with silence.

The day wreaks your usual peace,
Breaking monotony with new tasks,
New pains that will kill you there,
And so we dread.

Leminiscate.

I met up with a good friend,
Not that good you understand,
He sold things to lives ends,
He sold me one to lend a hand.

When you look down and see,
How can life end so very fast?
Only depression, suicide, misery,
And here is the abandoned outcast.

Where is your faith now?
Where is your savior?
Where is your family?
What is this kind of behavior?

Black Autophoby.

They had the faith for days,
Compunction with their souls,
The spirits with no guide,
This was their misery.

They walked what nature gave,
Through the cold and heat,
With great conviction they won,
Died in their cause for only one.

Disjointed, broken, faithless,
Hated, weighted, lacking,
Sadness, greatness, tasteless,
And the fools think it shocking.

Honorificabilitudinitatibus.

This was not the path we set out,
The crushing unpredictability,
This one no longer believes about,
And then there she came.

It seems like the only thing to live for,
Not really faith in humanity now,
Wring the noose and fly with a smile,
Nobody blames you; take a bow.

Nudiustertian for Life.

He did not want this for himself, no;
Not this unexpected and broken dream,
The roses that bloomed in his backyard,
The things he experienced made him scream.

No, he could not escape, not that path,
Walked a million times before tonight,
And every passerby just doesn't care,
Well just because his companion is moonlight.

That rock is bright tonight, very blue,
Almost a shade of cobalt outspread,
And even though only he can see it,
It would always be enlightened red.