A second filled with a life
late at night, I'm all alone,
I'm standing here on the still warm stone.
Gazing up into the sky,
wishing to be able to fly.
But I am not, I am still strapped,
here on the ground, where I am trapped.
To wait, out here in the lone night.
Without losing my life from sight.
Which drifts out to the huge abiss,
of which, I know, no return is.
I've looked down into it, once or twice,
And I can assure you, down there, it's not that nice.
So I'm standing out there in the dark,
without a person, without a spark.
The only light my soul does see,
is the fact that it's not endlessly.
For every heart there is another,
for every happy, is one who suffers,
for every dead is one alive, and
for every bad one is one nice.
So much things are pure duality,
How big's the chance that I will never be,
the one, ones heart does so adore,
That I'm their wave for their lone shore?
Or am I just the last in line,
do I just have to wait some time?
Was it not planned for me to be,
just let me stuck in my despondency?
I lift my sight out of my thoughts,
how much time have I just lost?
Just some seconds, nothing major,
but I sense a hint of danger.
Now, this all just happend in a second,
with no one even realising,
with all the happy songs I hummed,
because I waited for the bus to come.
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disasterous emotions
sometimes you're just too slow,
too frustrated to think clear,
no plans of where to go,
while tryin' to hide the fear.
that they might see the truth,
the dark, unfiltered thoughts,
of what's your real time mood.
and the pain that it had brought.
seeing people being happy,
is like sitting in the rain,
while others have umbrellas,
i forgot my coat today.
i wish that they'll be joyful,
live long beloved lifes,
but still i wish to numb pain,
while surrounding me with them.
friends are really glorious,
the greatest i might say,
but sometimes you need more of that,
what friendship can't obtain.
and love, for me, is an enigma,
a riddle to hard to solve,
i know the answer, that's for sure,
but the central piece is flawed.
my life's a tad too bitter,
but the sweetness that it needs,
may just be within my vision,
yet so far out of reach.
it's like a plug that someone pulled,
the lights went out to dark,
the factory's still, the machinery stopped,
and nobody who cares.
in my heart there is a place,
for someone nice to fill,
but it seems to have a real' odd shape,
since nothing's there that'd fit.
it's hard to live a life like that,
probably without one ever,
who cares for you like you for them,
this thought gives me the shiver.
and all of this, I kind of hide,
with a smile and with a laugh,
of what's deep down there is unknown,
only few will it be shown.
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So, 10 Mal habe ich nun schon Gedichte hier hochgeladen und ich finde mehr und mehr meinen "Stil". Ich werde diese Reihe weiterführen und bald schon eine weitere mit diesem #Unkommentiert verbinden. Seid also gespannt. Nun will ich aber meinem Credo über dieses Format treu bleiben und nicht mehr kommentieren.
Bis bald, Bye Bye und Tschüss
HENRY
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