The Healing Ballad

 

I reflected on some given moment as the time was passing in the rhythm of the air. 

Thithering to a shallow place remembering the junctures of life.  

While cluttering for the words, I wondered how lost I am. 

Prevailing in the meadows of shadow where everything is invisible. 

Busy buzzing in the ear of the beholder where life’s nothing but a sinking submarine.

Being choked with a load of suffocation and hesitation is a dire nightmare.

However, if awakening with nothingness and moving forward is the right thing to do then call me supreme.

Digging deep into the darkest tunnel once again sheds light on our tracks. 

Enclose the inside of me with heaps of questions as an unwanted game. 

Taking a moment to look up trying to make sense in the utmost stupidity. 

Believing that there’s more to life than we think, is quite an expensive dream.

And in all these loose phases we still gather up the courage to unite the souls is what we call bravery. 

Like these free broken verses, our existence is nothing but never-ending poetry.