Perpetual question

Do you know how it feels to be torn apart,
Living, breathing, laughing only with half a heart?
The illusion of a better day keeps you going on,
Even if you feel your time on earth is done.

Only in your dreams at night you can feel complete,
When your mind creates a life so perfect and so sweet,
And just when you get to think that it might be real,
You open up your eyes and pain is all you feel.

Another day begins, a day just like the rest,
When seconds feel like minutes,  minutes feel like hours that press on your chest,
And as you’re grasping for air and trying to catch your breath,
You ask yourself again:  “why am I so afraid of death?”.

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Running (Poem)

Tonight I decided to take a sheet of paper, a pencil and an eraser and try to write something.You probably don’t know that I used to write poems when I was younger.Actually only a few close friends know that because I was too ashamed of my blatherings and I didn’t consider them worthy to be read by anyone else than myself, especially that most of them were inspired from my own feelings and experiences.I decided to write again because it’s like a form of therapy to me (it helps me relax and get through my daily problems more easily) just like photography.But I must say it wasn’t my idea to write them on my blog so I don’t know what to expect.I hope you like them though.

This is what I wrote tonight…

“Running”

There you are…running away from your fears again

Facing them might drive you insane

Or so you may seem to believe

That they’ll disappear if you leave

 

It’s your conscience you’re running away from

And no matter what you do you’ll still be torn

The torment is there buried in yourself

And you refuse any form of help

 

You say that you can’t change

That happiness for you is strange

That it’s too hard for you

And that this world is too cruel

 

So you need to keep yourself away

Because loneliness is the only way

To be safe and uncomplicated

From the hell that you’ve created.