MADE OF ROCK

 Behind the door stood a pot,the flowers on the pot were shedding the petals. Why is everything changing? A confused heart would ask.The favourite music, turned into something worse than a lamentation.They seed grew,who watered it with anger?The shoulders I leaned on, had thorns. I have a heart which bleed and never heals.I have a tongue which reads and never lead.The world around me is growing thinner and weaker. Life is turning to an ultimate challenge,a puzzle,that only the strong can solve.Behind the walls,is a city made of blades. A reminder, Our hearts are made of  rock.

I GIVE IN

 How I wish everyday is a dream, a dream that never comes true.The hunting dogs are hunting me,the haunting demons are haunting me,and the world's thomas are doubting me.The birds grew tired of singing the sweet memories ,and the crickets are no longer holding their midnight meetings. The woods around me are growing thicker, and the lights fading away.Am drowning in loneliness and suffocating from the bitter reality.Am holding on to a dry leaf, feeding on a poisonous stem, and trusting the rotten roots.On my back is a  load of desires of a dreaming man.Am wrapped in shallow hopes,but my Mind caged in the desires of the heart.They switched off, all the lights and broke all the bridges,Am left wondering around, thirsty and weary. The wild is my home,and alone is my family, I give in!