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Racing to the finish line,

we often forget

to live in the moment.

Thus,

all glories missed,

all humour evaded,

we leave

with regression

and sadness.

There are days of laughter

Days of joy

Then there are days of screams

And days of tears

When there were days of you

And days of me

Those soon became days of us

We became one

Now we hope there’ll be days of a third

To join us two

Then the cycle will restore to days of us with laughter and joy

I’m dying inside

Can you see it?

Can you feel it?

I feel it

It is my body

How do I say to my love?

What hurts me within?

Is it my heart?

My lungs?

My kidneys?

Or my gut?

I’m dying inside

Can you see it?

Can you feel it?

I feel it

It is in my body

How do I describe?

How do I put it in words?

The pain is excruciating

It keeps growing

It moves momentarily

But it definitely expands

I’m dying inside

Can you see it?

Can you feel it?

I feel it

It is within my body

Is it the fear of losing?

Or the fear of leaving?

I can’t make sense anymore

Every piece of me is brittle

I’m dying inside

Can you see it?

Can you feel it?

I feel it

It is within me

I’m dying inside

He can’t see it

He can’t feel it

I can

Something in me is dying

On a cold winter’s night

She sat in the corner of her room

Holding her knees to her chest

Her eyes streaming with pain

She fled from her oppressor

Landed in a dump

Skinned her knee and heart

Did not quit on hope

She believed in freedom

Yet her desire was far-fetched

Her appearance weak

She couldn’t escape her fate

Efforts doubled

Strengthening in body and mind

She build courage to confront

She needed motivation just now

Vigorous yet calm

She heard that voice again

You are special and strong

It began haunting her fears away

Mountainous she persisted

Her motive dwindling

Yet every stone unturned

Victoria prevails through the day

A memory so clear

That water flows in fear

A dastardly image

Resembling the serpent’s curse

Some tearful words

Portraying a deeper meaning

Such was the end of you and me

A cry for hope

Genuflected in agony

A benign deed

Shadowing the wrath

Gazing into nothingness

Yet moving on

Such is the fate of humanity

Bitter wishes fulfilled

Towards maligned intentions

Boasting a belief

Morphed through history

Corroding hearts

While maiming weaklings

Such would be the world’s pleasure

Tomorrow will be better

Is not only a saying

Younger the mind

Broader the horizon

Crucial decisions

Taming humility

Such should be the motto

Darker days

Fade with time

Brighter suns

Yet to arise

Spring will blossom

Again with agility

Such will be a renewed period