Fiery Quest

The glistening horizon travels beyond
The frightened image of a soul creeps
Exuberant smiles no longer visible
Should it be a fire has stole the glamour.
The glistening horizon stops plans
the frightened image of a soul cries
Exuberant smiles a mystery to behold
Should it be a fire has stopped a session.
The glistening horizon whirlwinds
THe frightened image of a soul twisted
Exuberant smiles seemed to float around
The quest a useless one....
The quest a futile creed....
The quest though with fire a dying one.

Shadows of the Past

My mind twisting as I watch the clock tick
Its moving yet I seem to float in space
Im immersed in the shadows
The past had unraveled for me
The haunting keeps on coming
Guilt feelings continue flowing,
Until when will this persist
My mind floats, I am imprisoned.

The Gloom Of Life

In the moonlit night lurks an evil
Its fangs ready to snare,
The smell of the air speaks of death
Twas a melancholic morbidity;
Vagueness overcrowds the world of woe
In its creepy delight...
The evil lurks on souls
Cast out by inhuman deeds,
The smell of the air speaks of death
Amidst the reverie of lost souls;
Darkness a pity,
Still awaiting for dawn....

The Journey

Small steps
enriching the soul
bathed in eccentricity
changing certainty ...

You're almost there
got frightened
scared; shaking
enshrouded by cowardness ...

Encouragements showered
brave as you are
started to try
you've made it ...

Time passed
still trying
hoping for a brighter tomorrow
to complete life's journey ...

Deathbed of a Memory

Morbid hums distinguished by a lonely lullaby
Whispering sunken dreams
To a heart full of ecstatic hope
Nobody ever cares to lend a hand
A memory bathed in a stained catastrophe.
Dare to unwind but to such misfortune
Confined in utmost scrutiny
There's still much to do
Can't even move for life has paralyzed
The whole being of this sunken soul.
The deathbed awaits a victim
Sadomized by life's unfair judgment
It's too hard to handle
It's too much to bear the scars
The agonies a painful screech in the flesh.
Yesterday made a mark
A glimpse of reality has been done
But today the missing being is lying alone
Helpless in such a deathbed
Morbid hums reigning, such a lonely lullaby.

Kessa Thea Peralta