Journey

Long time ago, a man started to run..

Didn’t know the destination or why did he begin..

The sweat on his face glistening under the sun..

Captivating like gold, thus joined another man..

Hungry and tired they found a melon..

To share or keep became the survival question..

One killed another and thought he had won..

That victory, that power, was it all for fun?

Since then men joined a journey that never ends..

Like hamster on a wheel, captivated; we run..

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Lost

They place, one wound after another..

Sword after sword..

I bleed, from my chest and my eyes..

But I don’t scream..

Numb, I stare, far into the desert..

Still searching..

For something to live for, to fight back..

Dad

For years I tried,

in the middle of the night..

At a lonely lake…

On a summer morning..

With a cup of tea…

Looking through pictures..

Going through your books..

Smelling your shirt..

Giving away your bike..

but failed to put you

in words..