How Do You Begin Again

 I still miss her, in some kind strange way, 

I know we still had so many to say, 

We promised each other so many 

Whatever flowed out of her mouth was honey 

How do you begin again 

When it is just too much pain 

The one you ever truly loved

when you loved in a way you could never have explained? 

I still miss her, a funny feeling now 

And I ask myself, eerily, how? 

What happened? What did not?

In my stomach settles a strange knot.

 

It is strange when you believe you were never meant to part 

There is always that guilty feeling you never played your part 

On some cold nights, you pause all your thoughts and ask why 

And the ever elusive answer leaves you with a weird sigh 

The Man From The Lowlands

 He came from the ranks of men, 

who gradually gravitated towards oblivion

by sheer and willful ignorance. 

He suffers frequent bouts of self-loathe 

on moments he swore he wouldn't ever reach. 

It is the umpteenth time to swear, 

yet on his low moments, 

he will be moved by how much he is doing 

embrace the noose that took his grandfather away 

On the outside he seems like a made-up guy 

But broken into smithereens on the inside 

How he wishes that things were different 

If only he did things differently. 

Rat Race

 If they ever tell you that you will
get to a point, in a sinister manner
a point where your name will be
permanently struck of the register
of those seeking redemption,
yield to temptation. Believe them. 

For heaven's sake, what would
a man actively seeking his destruction,
hope for?
There are only so many things to be grateful
for, yet focus on the same things
that have born nothing but angst,
self-loathe,
self-hate
and when nothing seems to work,
the very man stares at his own bleak existence
the existence that he made
and wishes there was a hand that hoist him
of the hole
that has become a rat race. 

If there ever tell you
that you may amount to nothing
believe them.
In you, they are battling their own existential
struggles
and your failure might make them feel better about
their sorry existence