Dare I tell
The warmest, nostalgic
moment of you
just came and removed
a forlorn, sad feeling
swirling at the base of me,
Why do you matter
most right now at my
weakest
what god are you
to my emotions
that
you are the first they call
Do I keep betraying myself
with these dances
of dialogue
between heart and mind
as time persists
The will of the spirit
hangs on
and clutches walking
towards the wind
And then I am weak
I am done for!
Tell no one but this
is hell,
here on earth, with
all questions of you
and no answers
the conclusion here
I tell ... is hell
I curse the hope
someone convinces it
it’s futile
reminds you once again
that we live
and can conceive
I curse the hope
it always brags
But it’s too late
and time
still persists,
but I am still
stuck in the last hour
I tell no one,
dare I tell
that I am in hell ...
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