sadness

Rose wood shelves


I store my memories on tiny shelves

Made of rose wood.

One is for the my first cat,

One is or my first friend,

One for the family,

The smiles,

The tears,

The anger and the sadness.

When one of them fills up

The shelves collapse.

One shelf is hidden,

One cannot shake it or flip it over.

That one is for you.

I treasure every little bit

Of every second I remember.

And when everything collapses

What will always remain

Is you.

Reality hit


Cut out the orbits of your feelings,

You won’t need them anymore.

The visions you’ve had were nothing

But childish imagination;

This kind of naivety isn’t accepted

In our society.

Your skin is too effeminate

For the reality hits.

Everybody’s hurt,

Hiding from the rain

With artificial grins.

How does it feel now?

Do you think you’ve been through much?

Calm down the excitement.

The worst is about to come.