In a night of sorrow I plunge into a sea of broken wishes in the search of one that is worth rescuing. Lost in time, my only hope becomes a glimpse of a possible future yet, it is so dim that the possibilities of getting lost on my way become almost a certainty. Under a mask of stone I hide away my pain as I move into the unknown in a river stream of blood and tears.
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unaware of the surroundings,
her beauty raining down upon the room
as a trace of a dying hope in the black void of life.
The soft petals, fabric of the dreams.
The thorns on the stem, blades of pain.
It just lays there,
mute witness of a life broken,
forgotten promises and faded goals.
The white rose withers silently,
her beauty escaping with a muted cry.
Silver gleam of a river stream
That carries the memories of multiple lives,
Oh! So tragic they were,
Pity is what they only deserve.
Cold shadows lurk around
Devouring the light that barely survives,
Hanging to threads of a lost love,
Of hope, happiness and kindness forgotten.
A drowning scream, an endless nightmare
Gruesome killers, vampires of souls,
On way to their judgement, the final call
Their pleas to be heard or sent to oblivion.
The Styx runs deep of mortal sins filled
The carrier rows the vessel of doom,
Price of the trip, a golden coin.
On the path to Pluto, life’s last journey.
The final destination, a fiery torture.
© 2011 Yamil Sárraga
There are times when we question our own existence. Every move that we make is no longer solid. We run through the shadows of an endless labyrinth of decisions. The fog of doubt clouding our senses, letting the fear take a hold of us. Every turn we take and every choice that we make wavers under the pressure of unspoken expectations. In our darkest hour when we are no longer sure of what is the right direction, and we are in danger of getting lost, we look without rest for that single ray of light to give us hope and show us the way to success. But sometimes what we don’t realize is that we must allow the light to reach us. If we keep wandering without ever making a turn and following it through, we will be stuck forever in the same place in this labyrinth of decisions called life.
© 2010 Yamil Sárraga