My tears fall like rose petals,
dripping down their long stem.
No hope left in my heart
for us to be together again.
I lay my head down in sorrow
beside the wilted petals of my despair.
Drowning in despair,
Falling deeper into sorrow.
I want to let go,
And sink to the bottom,
My head submerged.
With no fight left in me,
No will to go on,
The darkness will take me.
Into its arms,
I willingly go.
I’m ready to surrender
To the everlasting void.
Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.
The ocean may take it far away,
To places, we cannot even say.
Where no one recognizes its sting
Or knows the infliction it can bring.
Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.
My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine,
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.
I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.
In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.
These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range.
We are attacked by sounds from each direction,
Leaving no time for thinking and reflection.
These flowers know what’s real,
They go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
They grow wild without any tussle.
A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need.
To recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this.
A zest for life is what I dearly miss.
I can’t touch you.
You are gone.
I must accept this.
There’s no coming back.
No second chances.
The storm approaches the shore.
Dampness fills the air.
Mist sprays against my face.
Thunder rumbles in the distance.
Flashes light the darkening sky.
Yes, I can feel it.
It’s almost here.
Will I lose myself to it?
Will it bring me down to its depths?
I spread my arms wide.
Lift my head up high.
And let myself fall.
Arms pull me under.
Lips reach for mine.
I’m lost for eternity.
Lost to the rushing wind.
Held prisoner of the ultimate despair.
Partner in pain and sorrow.
The choice is made and done.
I float away with my dear one.
Together we will forge a path
Through darkness and hell
To the heavenly place beyond.
Artist: Malay Bargali
A ball of despair.
Lost in thoughts.
Drowning in sorrows.
Waiting for help.
All is for naught.
No help comes
For those who wait.
No one will fix us.
No one but ourselves.