Conflict
And so do dreams crumble aloud,
Hurled once more into the emotionless abyss,
A sorrow I feel,
Like many times before,
Tug at my sanity,
And my frailty within.
Time the snake, with its lashing strikes,
Coiling itself around me, in front of my eyes,
I let the fight go, like many times before,
The snake forms a loop, a never ending war.
I hear their voices, the ones who speak,
The very symbol of this all, the root of my grief.
Yet they are NOT,
The entity itself,
A reminder just,
Of me without help.
A child I label myself, still swept by these tides,
Too weak to stand, the light dimmed in my eyes,
Yet what can a poor soul afford to do,
When it's heart screams in silence to you,
It writes and it writes, till it can write no more,
It's heart spilling unto the floor.
Copyright © 2002 Reza Sallehuddin