Still remain

So sleepy I’m
Can barely keep my eyes open
But how do i rest
With my thoughts not forgotten.
I think and wonder
Of how perfect it would be. If only my worth came to work
Probably here you would be.
But the time is gone
And so are you 
But your memories still remain
In my conscience underneath.

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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.