BYE BYE IS THE WORD

Bye bye are the words left within our souls at the moment
Fourteen is not just a number, it's seems to be a curse,
Twenty two years even not enough for living, not worth
The plans we may have been planing and goals we set.
The news wasn't pleasing, the feeling wasn't accepted,
The event wasn't expected, but here we are, here are grounded.
Oh my God, I wonder if this is also one of your plans for my life.
Stressed up, you seems to be far from me,
Just about to give up, now that am surrounded by enemies,
Acting up, maybe a way to survive under the burning sun,
It begins as a game, grew to show the shame
Within people's lives and responds to life events.
When will I see your face, where would that be
Or it will be left as a story that I ever lived under the sun
And the light it provides shone on me as a son
Just to give birth to the wicked mind, a distractive daughter.
It happens, it's what soul prophesied and spirit kept
Within so that down is seen going, just as a flower perishing.
Bye bye the words to the friends, till we meet again!
Bye bye with tiers and sorrows, it brings suffering
To those left bereft, knowing it's only now and never again.
I wonder if the work is accomplished or someone els will
Complete it, will step in and does what is left or
It is over what was started by the one facing the death sit,
That work was never meant to come to completion, hence the gap.
Bye bye are the words, just after spending those few
Days under the sun, your back decide to show us,
The horror shorten your time, yet the infringement act shown
By the ones who should be seen as example, drummer it becomes
For them, the opportunity they sort from your last moments,
Shame on them, yet shameless they are, are blinded
It's how they stand and say bye bye which is then the word.
Fourteen isn't a joke, twenty two ain't enough for a life,
Stampede it is even to the heart of the one perishing,
Hades here we come, preparation be made, new souls receive.
Bye bye is still the word, that left tears roll down,
That left our hearts tone asunder under the authentic
Incident and the event, maybe spirit may take control.
For me, am done cheesing thoughts, that scares they left within
Am tired trying figuring out why it was to be this way?
Why was it to be you? Why didn't we knew it will come to be
That precaution may be taken. Maybe life would be saved
Soul's would survive the undeserved occurrence to avoid,
Maybe your face would be still seen shining and smiling.
Answers are few, but million questions I now have.
May God place the souls in the eternal peace. Mine too.

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BROKEN

Quarantine the reason behind this, covid-19 the catalyst Of all these sins, this is why she is on the street today. What is she doing now? Look she stop suddenly With unbelieving heart, she shook her head again and Again bending over she picks clay, lay down herself To give her back rest, tiredness in her revealed as Up she stands. Her right hand over her waist, face Frozen as to her mouth the soil she takes in, "Iodine she needs," it's hard to understand what is On her head, what she Is thinking, Usual crime? I don't know! Suicide ? No.! She has the ball with her, And now all of her is gone, she is broken. She's my neighbor's first born child, she's now thirteen. Verily the author of her life wronged her ; her destiny, The guider through her paths has robed her; her future, and The giver of life has given her the unwanted one. But why all these miseries? Look she is her child's sister. The grand-stepmother to the child knows these henc

THAT HOUSE

A PLACE A place where I once knew, where life begun, A place of child-hood memories, Where my roots grew deeper and done for life, it has all my stories. Was shown here by my love. The lover of my soul, who came With ways out whenever taken by the waves and followed the dust, Of bad response to the elders thinking it was a game. Who loved me as never before, held me closer to keep me from harm, The times spend together are still fresh as her game of safety. Was all in that place, where she washed me and dressed me up, On that love I'll build that house. It's where life begun, where souls meet and love grows, Where a little kid grew into a man, it is THAT HOUSE House of tame creature, where skeptic has no space, Where fame is the beginning of failure and romance the way, Where shame and heartbreaks are powerless death is harmless too. It is the one house that gives you a niche to lay your head. It is the house that always have rooms for your feelings Fo

USELESS

Gray head with no brain! Useless. Ray from sun uncovered, useless. From the four limps to two, Never seen it, never approve it. Now is one and no now is much more of now, Bow when required, hired to be seen, brain also bow To the less fortunate by then among them. From toothless, two, four and now thirty two, Books we warmed as exams awaited to test, Failure exam proofs him to be seen as a looser By then, can you see that now on his face? No not at all, papers without brain, useless, Theory lacking experience lacking skills, useless, Seemed as seen there before times of books, No employment, didn't succeed to the learning Life, didn't approved by the trainers hence I questioned! Were we taught these, if yes by who and where? When was that?, a decade, half of it plus three Solid years, were never seen, never learnt never taught. Vision with no well planed mission, useless, Mission hallucinated allusion to the vision, useless, Tic tack passes by, was told its money

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