Empty page

I was an empty page of a book
….. called world
People filled me with pain

Someone wrote on me his sorrow
Someone wrote on me her love story
And someone wrote on me his tomorrow

But no one felt my pain
when they work on me
Every word of them makes me ache

Because I don’t know why people are so numb
And never feel pain of others
They just write and talk, and then talk and write

I was an empty page since I was created

Last night a girl wrote on me her feelings for others

She feels pain for others

Feels sorrow of others

Enable to kick the world for others

Every day she wrote on me her anger in words

Because no one wants her to do something for others

People are so complacent

People forget that pain

When they are not able to do something

Without God's help

To complete the story
Turn the page of your book of life
And see is it the beginning or the end

Pain is never permanent.

“In this wonderful season"

“This season…”

“Oh what season?’

“Lord. You have broken my heart…”

“In this wonderful season”

“Don’t ask me what’s playing on mind”

“Within me, I’m looking for myself”

“My face is lit, but my heart is immersed in darkness”

“I feel as I’m detached from myself”

‘Where there is darkness all around”

“You made me walk those paths…”

“in such a wonderful season”

“Lord. You have broken my heart…”

“In this wonderful season”

“What life do artists live?”

“What good is wealth when sorrows hover?” 

“Within my heart, I cherish a dream of blossoms”

“On my shoulders a mountain of sorrows leans on” 

“Where is autumn and its leaves galore…”

“You have brought me upon such a path, Lord…” 

“in such a wonderful season”

“Lord. You have broken my heart…”

“In this wonderful season”

“In this wonderful season”

“In this wonderful season"

The End

Every day in the morning I hear a voice from my heart

You are dead

You are dead

My friends said to me

You are devils

You are sadist

There is some pain

Mind said to my heart

This is the beginning of my story not the end.

“Blessed persistence”

I changed my mind
And looked no better
Hard of hart blind blind to his higher art
My frustration
My anger in disguise i slip under
I slip under quiet
He spots me anyhow
Chalk up my name
You burn my bridges for me
To a dry and clackin stalk
I swallow stone
They do not recognize inside with them
The locust has no king
Just noise and hard language
They talk me over but i fade slower
On fever
Blessed persistence right under my skin
Blessed persistence
Blessed persistence right under my skin
You burn my bridges for me
To a dry and clackin stalk
Nothing comes to mind
Hey chalk up my name
Right under your skin
To a dry and clackin stalk
Nothing comes
Nothing comes to mind