An attempt at revival

Short poems to revive the lose poet within

An attempt at revival

Perhaps there is some beauty to life,

in all the strangers that we cross paths with
where all their stories inspire us
where their presence next to us brings a platonic warmth
where our solemn goodbyes leave a bittersweet smile

in all the moments of laughter
where our eyes squint into darkness
where our breaths fall rapidly
where the sound of our laughter echoes

in all the tiny picture perfect nature’s paintings
where we smile dreamily looking at palettes beyond our imagination
where we reach for our phones to freeze the time, never to look back
where we inhale and exhale the fragrances that the wind brings

Perhaps there is some beauty in life,
even though everytime I find no beauty in life
each time I consider my demise
as I wake from my slumber

The deafening silence

The only punishment
the child within me
knew was
to be shunned from the rest of the world
and have no one talk to you

Oh how the tables have turned
As I jump between the
drug dealers on my phone
begging for scraps of dopamine
a puff of oxytocin.
The inner child screaming
in fear of being punished
for a crime unknown to both of us.

To be in the silence of solitude
one must fall in love with oneself,
but alas how can one fall in love with a prison
that they tried to run away from their whole life.