Trahison (treason)

This was probably somewhere around the rack, so probably wouldn’t be able to describe much but surely it deals with the rejection in life. It’s the betrayal that is almost impossible to deal with, the treason that you cant let go. Hope it sounds fine.

Delight and distress are hopes that lay behind.
I killed the disciple and the polite essence in me.
You taught me all but love you forgot to teach.
I shriek in bareness, keen to fill the night.
None too shallow, too foul have I seen,
To label it obstinate, that was your breed.
I stay alone to mimic the nearness to you.
Should I not bother now, would you forbid?
You did mould me, now you plead thy shame.
And I know it’s the brutal suffering of sympathy,
That thou had cursed upon my breath.
How liable was I, to stain your cover,
That you influence me to the reason of deceit?
It’s a shattering reality, a scorn to my destiny.
But I would end this day, this fate, this irony of late.
This is what my portrait of laughter will flaunt.
Awaited, I have, to hear how freedom will echo.
To recognise this sound, hopefully you won’t be around.

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This goes to be the most truthful work i have ever posted. I was always afraid of dark. So basically this work depicts my fear and how I couldnt ovecome it. This is for ones who can find light amongst darkness.

Just walk past thy road,
You will feel the thin air.
There are stars behind the crescent,
They are unseen
But they shine like others do.
Crawling behind your shadow lay.
And when you feel your sanity,
You are not afraid of darkness.
You see your face mirror in the sky,
And realise what is mistaken.
See those crazy ferns hang like the witch.
But you are no more afraid of darkness.
Your honesty engulfs your fright
And the warmth is calling you over.
You can hear the music in this silence.
So easy to catch the melody,
Your heart resonates.
And your fear for darkness is gone.
Its long gone.
But this night wont last long.
It will day break.
And silence will freeze again.
For the daily chores you have to realise.
And moral duties to imitate.
And to enlighten your ability to reason.
Arent you drained?
Weary of feelings
That stress your emotions.
You will wait for the next star,
To shine again.
Because you dont fear the darkness anymore.

Comfort Zone

That somehow sums up my current situation.

I use to have a Comfort Zone
Where I knew I couldn't fail
The same four walls of busy work
Were really more like jail.

I longed so much to do the things
I'd never done before,
But I stayed inside my Comfort Zone
And paced the same old floor

I said it didn't matter,
That I wasn't doing much
I said I didn't care for things
Like diamonds, furs and such

I claimed to be so busy
With the things inside my zone,
But deep inside I longed for
Something special of my own.

I couldn't let my life go by,
Just watching others win.
I held my breath and stepped outside
And let the change begin.

I took a step and with new strength
I'd never felt before,
I kissed my Comfort Zone "goodbye"
And closed and locked the door.

If you are in a Comfort Zone,
Afraid to venture out,
Remember that all winners were
At one time filled with doubt.

A step or two and words of praise,
Can make your dreams come true.
Greet your future with a smile,
Success is there for you!

Epiagony

Thank god for helpin me complete this. Lot of thoughts involved in here. 'Epiagony' is the 2nd in the 'Epi' series. Its a journey where there is no end and only despair and agony.

The anarchy posed cathodic yet jagged.
encrypted in the thrust of unparalleled feets,
that i realised 29 days ago.

My existence faded and anxiety looms over.
I travelled so remote, so profound.
Tried reaching the pace of resilient sound.

I tamed things fearlessly 19 days ago.
The batallion i carried, relentlessly,
shot all silverlights they gazed.

My persona sharp, piercing, exact.
that can percieve a furlong stationary trebuchet.
Or the faction of foes, with magical stealth.

9 days to spare, i still search the extinguished torch,
beneath the mirror, in the flurescence of dark
And escape the trapped hollowness of the bitter spark.