Our Voice

Black and blue,  a little grey too.  This nightsky above me,  the moon with it's ever enchanting beauty.  There stands one lonely soul,  reaching out towards this heavenly abode.  So far,so far.  Is it still possible to reach you?  Gloom hovers over me even as I smile at thou.  I wonder if I can be free,  look at these shackles wounded on me.  I sigh even in the last of my breathes.  Is living really so hard?  I'm so exhausted.  Why am I merely existing?  Where are the fresh flowers bathed in sunlight,happy and carefree.  Why does everything surrounding me looks so wan, nearly dead and withering.  Having laid out my worries to the moon,  I couldn't see a single flower bloom.  Did the sun at the horizon got tired too?  When will my life's sun rise?  Will I wait for it until my demise?  What would it take, to live,  a little more happily,  a little less sadly,  a li...

From the top of my tower I see your walls crumbling,  I see you falling down; back to the earth,  back to where you birthed.  The you shattered into debris painted my heart full of pain.  I felt so helpless,  I felt so weak.  I wished my life was worthy,  worthy enough to be exchanged with your life.  Without you,how will I stay alive?  Oh the harsh sun and the cold winds,  The waning moon and the darkened abyss.  I fell into this nightmare of a reality.  With you disappearing into nothing I'm no longer safely breathing.  I broke as soon as you did.  And now,I rot.  Awaiting nothing but death,  even that doesn't come easy.  The tears I desperately held back,  unwilling to accept you leaving,  they slowly slid down my ashen face.  I used a piece of you  to pierce my heart to pieces.  In this very earth may my tears water the grounds green again, may my blood paint the debris red,...