River of Gloom

Blood was rushing

Toward every corner of me

Yet I was immobilized

And the worst part is

I was still alive

Alive enough to witness

My only home being burned

As I reminisce

The scent of you still haunts

The scent of warm vanilla

On that typical chilly Wednesday

It never leaves my mind

How the bloody tea leaves

Were scorched by the flames

As if you found a way of telling me

“You have to run away”

But little did you know

I have nowhere to hide nor to go

Cause I am so much consumed upon

Every inch of our memories

Wanting to be lost

But also wanting to be found

I am a fish wishing to have wings

I am a bird wishing to breathe underwater

My whole life i have been

Wishing the impossible

Because to stand on my own feet

I am not able

I have consumed too much darkness

But still trying to cross an endless ocean

Lured by the sirens

And killed by the laments

I don't believe that the term first aid kit only belongs to physical injuries. Our mental needs first aid likewise and I believe, understanding is one.

Time never heals,

It only hides.

And as you pretend

That you're recovering

It's preparing for your

Explosion

When a constant waves of sorrow

Is the only thing i know

And it already has become my comfort zone

That i foolishly want to protect

Do i still have the right

To miss a revival?

because a greater sadness comes after

and I'd fall all over again