In My Head

In my head
I see ruins, no more wars
A child sick of trying

Break These Locks

Break these locks
Free me from this cage
to feel the sunrays
unchained from this rage

Pain and suffering aren’t a curse but a gift to him ‘çause he could feel and share the pain in her eyes.

Deeply crimson autumn leaves fell as she departed from me leaving me to hell.

Monster or Mentors, the truth not just an anagram. The dilemma if this monster is inside me or I am this monster?

Surrounded by chaos all around, the word “mother” unravels me from the chains.

Meaningful words tell the story but silence screams the truth. Silent with all the misery inside.