A Will

Withstanding time's test and trial 
an old pain stays in denial,
A helpless rage engulfed by fire
burning in a world of desire,
This tale seems to have no end,
This broken life may never mend,
The clock ticks, the times roll,
Then ensues a wait to free the soul,
There's still a hope amid all the sorrow
There's still a dream for another tomorrow
Amidst a miserable cold and quiet
there still resides a will to fight  

At The Window


I sit at the window
every morning
to see the subtle orange
rise in the east
And moments later,
lemon beams,
pure and free,
fill a dark room
but not the void in me


I sit at the window
every noon
to feel the scorn
of the scathing sun
But I still feel cold
and the air seems still,
morbid and quiet
Staying with me 
like an eternal fright


I sit at the window
every evening
bidding farewell
to the light
The crescendo rises
as the sun goes down
and the music dies
The only sound heard
is then that of sighs


I sit at the window
every night
to embrace a nightmare,
my friend and foe
And as it starts,
I look at the ceiling
to let out a cry
And wait for another day  
to come and pass by 

The World That Spins


The world that spins
in the sky like a top,
No matter what,
it'll never care to stop
The waves that rise
will never calm down
until they crash into rocks
and hear the pieces drown
The fire that hides
in the confines of our soul
will continue to burn
like a piece of coal
The time that flies
will not return again
and we will reminisce 
the love and the pain