Life

Pretending a smile
sweet and mild
hidding beneath
undesaireable truth
Send me free
with roots of tree
lacking life
rowling dice
my destiny
laids in your charity.

Struggle

Every breath
with seconds
hours
days
drag a heavy chain
legs threat to give up
numb mind
tangled memories
bitter sweet flavour
in a decieving mouth
bleeding ears
of constant torture.

Blue letters

I wrote hundred letters
but only got two.
word by word
created a world
in which my only lord
sitting his trone
adored and loved
by me alone.
got my letters back
now they are hundred and two
burning in the backyard
tears drop on the fire
so many words
for my only lord
high his trone.