NOVAE                                                                             2011

Eighth of June

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Days leading to my birthday
are days I soon wish to forget.
Introspection kicks in,
and I look back at my achievements—
or lack thereof.

It is strange that a stranger
can tell of my deep-rooted unhappiness
at first glance.
Perhaps it is just mere bitterness,
the yearning for normality-
that which it is mistaken for.

How can I regain some semblance of inner peace
when I look into the mirror and see my true self,
surrounded by possessions that gleam like gold?

My heart weighs heavy,
and my voice shivers.

I am surrounded by greatness and success,
and yet I choose to be a recluse,
and hide where time has no resonance.
Alas, time is no longer on my side.

———

Death So Sudden

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He imagines the noose
while tying the knot.
Will it hold his weight?

The loaded gun
gleams in the sunlight.
One bullet remains.

He fills the bath with
warm water and steam
that rises like a fine mist.

He takes a step forward
and enjoys the view.
At last, he is fearless.



———

Twenty-Nine

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Years to realise that material grandeur
has no real place in the heart.
I have severed many ties
and now I must settle with myself.

Can this year be any different?
Will tomorrow shine brighter?
Will this heart one day open up to love,
and will love welcome me home?