Redemption

There is a path for all that lives
Yet no one follows the righteous

I’ve committed sins, been led astray
By those, I’ve loved ever timeless

I can keep digging my way to hell
Because it seems all too familiar

Perhaps, it’s not late to atone, so
I shall opt a path to help recover

But I will not leave my darkness
As it’s the only home I’ve known

And I’ll again find courage to love
A feeling, I’m determined to hone.

 

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Requiem

Old friend, I am writing to you again
The infamous tale of squandered love

To have my denial broken by myself
To have accepted past for my behove

To have grown into a man of honor
To have embraced the code of chivalry

To have been reborn as a bird of myth
To have caught lies in nightly reverie

Lost myself in this chronic transition
I regret the love wasted, in-between

Who knew life can just be happy or full
If only the great men ere had foreseen

As humbled as I have become due this
I’m failing to see the point of these rhymes

So old friend, do tell me what is better
Death, endured once or a zillion times?

The Void

Spending years without making memories
Telling oneself it won’t matter due arrogance

Believing that growth isn’t chronological,
That time can be skipped, avoiding aberrance.

Not knowing it may cause emptiness in soul
A void that is indeed older than the time

A man must embrace past to move forward
The way, roots grow first to build the stem

Because some things have a higher meaning
And if past is unembraced, then it plagues

The time gone by is a dangerous thing if
Ignored, it doesn’t catch up, it overtakes.

Broken Souls

A broken girl once came across a flawed boy
Two old souls, the way universe had written

She broke through him, gave him a purpose
Reborn and ascended; if his past was unwritten

Making all his days, brighter with her smile,
As if the strength of the sun depended upon it

How can imperfection be loved he thought
How can her love fill his emptiness, bit by bit

But it wasn’t just love, he was her obsession
And like all obsessions, hers came to an end

It’s always the broken who try to fix the others
And they leave, when there isn’t more to mend