A thought that strikes

A thought that strikes
Once a while
Keeps making me sad
From time to time
I sit and wonder
Why oh why
Can’t this thought just leave me alone for a while.
A piece of peace
Is what i want
But the sadness inside me
Wont give that want.


How do i begin

Where do i start
In this new phrase
For the past
And all that i’ve chased.
Forgive is what i can
Forget is what i can’t
How do i make your understand
I brought you to the top and that’s where you stand.
But yet you couldn’t understand me.
The care, the love, the respect you got
Was from the best of me
Was it your loss
Or was it mine
Do i ever even come across your mind ?

My worth

I would always come to you when I felt pain
From anyone or anything around me
You were always the one to listen to my tears dripping down like rain
But something changed. Something isnt there anymore
To whome who meant the world to me
To whome I shared my each emotions
Is now the one causing me to lock my feelings behind a door.
Ive lost the power to fix me
I have lost the power to control me
Ive been locked for too long
I want to feel free, I wish I was gone.
I then get down on my knees
And pray to the All mighty
I plead, I cry I ask
Why me ? Why this misery ?
A thought appears in my mind
As though HE is talking to me
And says ” Worry not my child, im here for you even if they werent, have patience,
Believe in me, obey me and ill show you wonders’ .
I then get up with a hope
A will
A wish with believe that he the all mighty is everything I ever needed to make me feel my worth and not them.

I’ll never know

Here is a short story I’m about to say
Walking down the street, slightly windy,
A soft breeze running through my face
And I tell myself oh what a beautiful day.

I look around Noticing strangers
Some look happy with huge bright smiles
Other look gloomy lost in their own sad lives.

I stop right there asking myself the gloomy ones are they just like me ? Are their minds as messed up as mine? What if it’s not? What if its worse? How do they survive? I’ll never know.

I start walking again I notice a smiling little child Climbing on his father’s shoulder With a huge bright smile

I stop right there again Thinking, how the little child has nothing to worry about How everything seems amusing to him Yet he has no clue that this cruel world might turn up one day at him too.

When the child finally grown facing this world’s hardship will he look back and remember his bright smile? Or will it be just a happy forgotten memory Like yours and mines? I’ll never know.