A blind man stumbling in darkness
A book without words just pages with numbers
...
Hope
The sun consuming the lake
As I lie in my silent wake
Like a flower striving for some light
Early morning and in the dead of night
Each day passes by as bittersweet
Hoping that two ends will finally meet
Before the bird in the nest falls down
Deep down into the inviting unknown town
Death has secretly befriended me
And sucked the life out of life
It has become too dangerously comfortable
To leave the shadows of my soul
It plays with my mood and has taken its toll
On the very essence of my ultimate being
An eager empty cup which people see
A yearning to fill it up and break free
Of the viscous cycle of despair
To be with and feel those that are fair
To take another cup and fill it all up
Thirsty and hungry as one can be
For the lessons to blossom the flower in me