in the basement
Kept Roaring to
chase the mirage

Open your hands,
put all down
on him
and jump
into his
               arms,
when I dither
whisper says
The time comes
let him take
higher.

draw and drag
to the Dream
during dealing with
daily duties
to defeat
the darkness.

i ask
Why
should we love
although
it hurts,
no help for the
lonesome.

He answered
because
you need someone
to cry, someone
to hug to feel
the heat of the
Love,

from me

from the past
present and
future but,

Now.

None is free
including love
As all ask for its price
love the pain
from the scars
hugging the broken glass

Remember
when we love
we lose

trains to endure
the adversity,
giving the strong
will, to teach
the meaning of
every single breath
and whom I
should share the
sentiment and to
show the bigger
world. his name is

poverty

let
my forgotten
dream
Poet
singing
with the words
telling
about the stories
of my people
to strive
for the revelation
of the veiled
wounds
strike
the tedious clock