Bleeding in my heart as my soul cries silently in the dark,
Weeping with the stars as the cold flies violently from afar.
Trusting in new love again; the fairy tale that never is,
Trusting in romance again like predicting what the weather is.
Why is it me every time that that i get slaughtered,
By the pains of doubt and neglect; misery that borders,
Every time i stand up and try again only to face the shadow in the corner.
Why is it me that feels the pain of loneliness,
The solitude of being one without feeling the homeliness.
Why is it that i seek love, to love and be loved,
as if it were an instrument to be found from the heavens above.
Why am i most gullible to hidden truths when their existence is false
Only to find a nothingness smitten by the heavy lightning bolts.
Nothing is my past, my present and what i will find in the next life,
Crushing the last of my presence; my journey to find the best light.
Broken in soul, broken in heart as my tears flow,
Broken in humanity questioning where do the years go.
Leave me to be rotting with the way i was born,
Ripped from soul and heart, a figure so poor and torn.
© 2013, Mohammed Muavia Raja a.k.a MaaviPoet