Rubble

All that you have ever worked for, will undoubtedly crumble down to nothingness.

Like the rubble after an earthquake.

You’ll scream, go crazy, maybe spit at it

Turn to walk away, but you won’t.

You knew you wouldn’t. They knew you couldn’t.

You’d go back. Rebuild. Recreate.

Hoping that this once, it might just flourish.



Fate silently smiles at your ambitions.

It has other plans.

Ashes To Ashes

You're a story I tried to write.
With all elements good.
I had sleepless nights.  A writer's block.
Struggling with all I had, to give you the life I dreamt about. To inspire.

Eons later, i gave up. It was making me a monster.

I couldn't breathe around it; tore it into hundreds of bits and pieces.
Then burnt it down to ashes.

Im old and weak now; a monster nevertheless. You lure me to open you up, again
Dip that feather with ink and scribble your story to immortality. Despise myself, meanwhile.

It's ashes, my dear. It's gone. You can't recreate from ashes.