AWAITING FREEDOM

Turnarounds worry me
Statues ignite insignificant irritation
Trepidation transacts within me
Time and again calls out out to the moor
Searching for a lonely soul
Hoping he would break the wall of insignificance
And take me away.

despair in thin air

On a dark lonely night
She, a silhouette, by the open window
Puffs out a cigarette, ashes burn
She burns with it
And silently inside she mourns
For a dream long gone.
Its not the monster who slaughters her
but the locked up memory
which slashes out of its coffin
on a sleepless night.

With the stars she wishes
For the moon to disappear
So that in the dark she can recall
Those in the light she wouldn't dare to.
Desperate to hear the voice again
Sleep-induced mumbles and silent breaths
She calls out to him. Silently.

"Can you hear me?", she asks
"Can you feel my desperation?"
"Would you let me
sing lullabies once again?"
"Would you let me hold you once
pour out all my feelings and cry?"
"Would you meet me at the crossroad
where we last said goodbye?"

She didn't know what she expected
Only silence echoed in the air
And with broken thoughts of him
She cried out loud in despair.

When you stumble

And seek me out
my voice will move through the light
towards the dreams that hypnotize.
grotesque gluttonic nightmares then,
through the bridge of vain hopes,
will vanish in the thin air
And I will emerge in your smile.

When the raindrops that falls
through the windows of your soul,
despairs feeding the dewdrops
and bury melancholy within you,
With the reminisce in your eyes,
I will emerge in your smile.

Walking down the lonely way
like a haunted ghost of dreams
in the roller-coaster ride
of somersaulting solitude,
If you call me towards you
I will drive through, cross a mile
And I will emerge in your smile.

Should I?

You are a golden cage, I am a bird in it

I am a silken snare, and you are the trapped prey

You a blue Dahlia and I a black Rose

tied with a scarlet ribbon

delivered on the day of hailstorm

to the doorsteps of affection.

A bouquet received with nasty rain

and watered on gruesome storm

which withered away

when the day saw golden specs

across the horizon.

Now when the silver clouds hang

on the canvas of blue

We are miles apart

and memories are murky without you.

Should I cross the bridge over to you

despite the monsters lurking in the shadows

ready to pounce and engulf me in?

Or would you rather follow me

despite the blatant reminder of scars

I bestowed upon you?

Thousands of unanswered questions

thousands of doubts are left hanging

and yet in my dreams

all I wish is that you would lean on me

and I could lean on you.