still

Floating adrift,

Thoughts hanging in bundles

With complex strings tightly

Wrapping every word

These uncharted waters,

As black as the night sky,

Silently moving east,

Feasting on my inevitable fear

Of loneliness,

Still pictures of my life, water, air

And the sky.

Damaged Goods

on a jolt of lightning,

streets crack, pavements broke
into billion pieces,

rivers of blood gushing through
every crack,

sharp rubble piercing the very
flesh, scarring.

birds fly, fishes swim, still stating
the obvious,

every wound leaves a mark

wiping tears, eyes to cheek
still it stays,

plunging on the very depths of misery,

on the brink of death, i soar.