When, when will the pain fade?
fade away,
to the sleeping town,
of my memories,
Pave the way,
the darkness is coming,
it will overpower us,
destroy our dreams,
But we must fight on,
must win, must fight,
to live,
as best we can,
The pain will get better,
not go away completely,
but at least,
fade a bit each day,
We live in the light,
so we try so hard,
never ever,
to give in to the dark.
Mother is
kind, beautiful,
caring, loving
no matter what,
What it means,
to be a mother,
is something so great,
it is beyond comprehension,
The love that comes,
from a mother’s heart,
is overwhelming,
and breathtaking,
There must sometimes,
be sacrifices,
but also there are,
the happy times as well,
What my mother means,
to me is greatness,
powerful, loving,
and the best mother ever.
Split in two,
wandering aimlessly,
searching,
for yourself,
There,
in your room,
is an image,
inside the mirror,
A reflection,
a glimpse,
of what was,
haunts your every being,
So you break it,
until it shatters,
and falls,
to the ground,
The mirror image,
of you is distorted.
Let’s try this,
see if we get anywhere,
in our lives,
in our souls,
We strive for one thing,
to be loved,
we all need it,
but it is not easy to get,
One must work hard,
to achieve this
emotion,
that we all have inside,
So let’s all do our best,
to love,
so we all feel loved,
and are not alone.
When nothing but darkness,
lives in the soul,
it is hard to see,
the light,
But there is a spark,
of hope left,
deep within,
the blackness,
If we can see,
a ray of hope,
then we are saved,
and pain is over,
The relief that comes,
after it goes away,
is spectacular,
too brilliant,
We must survive,
must live on,
so we can experience,
true beauty.
Wish it would all go back,
when we were friends,
and skip these days,
of the present,
This feeling,
of anxiousness,
torment and despair,
leaves a hole in my heart,
It tears us apart,
this feeling inside,
why?
why can’t we go back?
To when everything was great,
when we were close,
it makes me sad,
that things are different,
Please…
let us go back.
Love is not perfect,
it tears and scratches away,
at your heart,
until nothing is left,
It hurts,
but that means,
that it’s human,
to love,
It brings out,
beauty in the world,
but it can also,
destroy,
Love can be beautiful,
painful even,
but that is life,
that is human,
Love will cut
and rip us apart.
Today it will happen,
when the doors,
of hell open,
we will all freeze,
There is no stopping,
this powerful evil,
that is in our hearts,
and in hell,
It will escape,
form a creature,
called a demon,
of pure blackness,
This blackness,
will seep out,
of every pore,
of our being,
We can’t resist it,
but we always try,
and fail horribly,
to the bleak black.
The toll that is upon us,
is greater than anything,
we have ever seen,
in this lifetime,
We must break free,
of all the hatred,
despair and loathing,
to regain the light,
As the light shines,
through the clouds,
the rays warm,
the faces of the fallen,
There must be a way,
to give it our all,
and battle,
until we have won,
This is justice,
this is love,
when the war,
has finally ended.
It’s where it all begins,
every story, every poem,
even a piece of art,
it all starts on a blank page,
The way it looks before,
completely white,
or with lines and colors,
changes after the story is told,
It becomes a permanent,
page full of reminders,
that will be forever,
engraved there,
Once written,
it can never go back,
to the blank page,
it once was.