Every so often I was sent a miracle
in which I took a chance to trust...
Floating out upon the breeze
Where no one else can hear...
I'm wasting
This illusion of time...
I'm lost for words,
I feel like a falling bird...
Something is terribly wrong,
I can feel it deep inside...
Who are you?
I am not MYSELF...
A week before the holy day,
Everyone is so happy, but me...
Drops of pain that fall;
Embracing the ground...
As I sit upon my Balcony,
high above your world...
A shattered red bulb
Glistens with melted snow...
All the hate inside me is burning,
Maybe I am still Learning...
Eyes close
never to open again...