Oh my days!
How unexpected! Such surprise.
It seems my gods,
Are finally entertaining my cries.
My how you’ve grow!
How beautiful are your eyes!
Had someone told me,
I’d have sworn ‘t is utter lies!
Yet there you are my boy!
Tangible! As real as could be.
Feature almost identical.
Like a rendering of a younger me.
Holding you in my arms,
As gentle as could be.
A thought so captivating
I am overcome with glee!
But then a rush of sadness.
Fills me with despair.
For those that claim to love you
About you they couldn’t care!
Why should you be deprived?
Of food, of water, of air?
Are you not emotionally starved?
The fact that I cannot be there?
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Stieve Fernandez
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Alone
“Is anyone there?” He screams in the darkness. “Please I need help” “I’m hurt quite badly!” The darkness gives no reply. Just a deep emptiness, Which loneliness brings! Could this be love? The same which pleasures. How does one fall from grace? From the days of elation! Into such a place as this? Where all warmth has vacated. All comforts, departed. What is the source of such sorrow? Have I at some point acted rude. Have I burnt the bridge which, Connects, love and hate, Darkness and light, Fulfillment and nothingness. The bridge between you and me! Alone in this world of naught. I dwell in perpetual thought. For every shred of love hast left me! ‘t is like my veins run on empty. How is it such great praise, love hast received? Could Cupid and Venus, this world had deceived? Every time I have loved, I’ve been abandoned. Yet! Yet, this very instant I’d run, Run into her arms with a renewed vigor! Sickened by this dark cold place, Her smile would be my daybreak! Igniting my soul, illuminating my life! My greatest addiction it has been. A drug I cannot get rid of! Though the same is getting rid of me! Deliver me from this wretched state. Venus goddess dearest, save my soul. Remove from me the scorn of maidens. In this world I dare not grow old. Daily this darkness grows cold! Relieve from me the sorrow of which I’m laden!
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