yes. this poem is very short and also very cliché. but it calms me down. sometimes it’s best to just let go. to spread your wings. to break the status quo. they’ll hold you back, tell you that you’ll fall. but if it’s meant to be, it’s worth it all. eventually, the rain will dry. the clouds will separate. and the sun will shine. i’m gone now, i wasn’t about to stay. i’ve opened my eyes, and flown away.

waiting for the light to change; or waiting for the skies to rain. oh, it’s all the same. holding onto every shred, of memories which have hastily fled. caught in the wind, they were torn away, and you’re left wondering what kind of game they’re playing. how many times have you been told? to be strong and just move on? it’s difficult, I know, but don’t loose faith. the journey will uncover love and hate. your wings are battered and they smell of dust. but they’re functional just as well; they haven’t yet rust. this may sound odd, or incredibly cliché. but all you must do is spread your wings and fly away.

i've started writing poetry again, and honestly, i don't know whether it's good or bad thing. this one's not done yet. i'm not sure how it's supposed to end. sitting there with my head bowed low. so many emotions, you'll never know. my plate is full; not a bite has been taken. trying hard, but my spirit's shaken. the tears are coming. i can feel them now. one more word, and they might spill out. i run to my sanctuary. there's not much else i can do. the tears are flowing steadily; many more than a few. the darkness surrounds me, and all i can see, is the soft blinking light of the hall, inviting me. thinking is a challenge. it's either that or air. i opt for the latter. it's what will get me out of here. i wander back to the enemy zone. it looks like i'll be dining alone. the plate is replaced with a small plastic bottle. what now? i attack it; full-throttle. i turn the lid, and hold my breath. because i'm sure as hell as to what comes next.

wide awake, memories replaying. bright flashes, now i’m praying. pulling the covers over my bed, i curl up, and rest my head. the silence is deadly. the floor is cold. i'll hold on, a hundred-fold. i steady my hands, as i drift asleep. a sudden jolt, breaks the peace. again, the words shatter the hush. run through my veins. like a full-on sugar rush. tension builds. the silence long gone. no holding back, all weapons drawn. it’s painful now, listening to them bicker. like two school-children, only with much more liquor. when will it end? the constant refrain. the drunken words, the useless games. can’t you see? the hope has been slain please, won’t you stop the rain? ♥