Stranded.

 

Far far away from here;

Near your heart I wait.

Try to abandon;

My fear of abandonment

This island is far too silent;

I can’t handle it.

Stranded alone in-tangent

This pain;

I can’t manage…

-Nina

 

She can’t give up…

She won’t …

Beaten as the path we all walk till our deaths

Beaten bruised tattered and torn

Yet…

She is the fiery storm;

The fiery storm she fears the more than anything

Yet she won’t give up

She walks… and walks…

Alone in solitude

She veils herself like an ancient goddess

Hidden amongst shadows

Why wouldn’t she be?

On planet corrupted with dark clouds?

One must be protected but

The rain pours and drips down…

Alone, cold, damp and dark

Reflections of it all beaming upward

At her face looking sadly down

Dreary gloom…

Her feet place upon them;

Cascading the lights and reflective glow

Lights of dreams always forever flicker and move amongst the rain

She keeps walking

She has to go…

The wake of her forgotten smile is somewhere

So she searches for it

Until time ceases to exist

She can’t give up.

She won’t…

Walking on the beaten path we all walk

Till death.

-Nina

I Continue, walk wit me. – Nina

Is it kind of selfish… to reveal all your senses.

Am I gaining by explaining my pain; I feel helpless.

“Excuse me Miss…” I really must admit.

If we don’t know where we’re going; then I don’t know where we’ll get.

No please don’t walk away.

Could you spare a moment of your time?

To listen to the message I’m condoning in my rhymes?

Thank you, hear me out…

I feel a little left behind…

All the good and the bad that remains in my mind.

Loving and kindness, Or numb and blinded

Lost; searching for the answers And I can’t seem to find it.

Questing for the questions

Scarred by the lessons.

Sometimes I feel like Ive been branded as a lessor.

Whats behind my back? Is it a team or a dagger?

Define what I mean to you. Do I even fuckin’ matter?

It must be dead serious; I tried to take my life.

The saviour of my soul; was the dullness of the knife.

I’m the type of person to take care of my crew

This message ain’t for anyone; Especially not for you…

Just Consider it an abstract ;From a soul who needs to backtrack

I’ll be around…

Around…

And around we go faster…

This ride that we takin’ makin’ me sick to my stomach

No Pain No Gain. So I continue on walking….

Walk with the soldier let me take your hand

I aint mad, I just want you to understand.

I WANT this Life.

I want to always have your back.

-Nina

“Keep going!” she said…

The tears

They stream down my face.

On a breakdown verge.

An… Apocalypse

Of the mind

Shattered pieces of life

Ashes

Something is heard through my sobbing…

Hearing myself as a child.

Screaming at me…

Screaming through space and time

At the top of her lungs

Through the years of pain and anguish

She screams.

“Keep going! Your almost there!”.

I hear her…

and I turn away from my nightmare….

wipe my chin*

“Thank you”.

I say back to her…

And place one more step

And then another…

Towards the concept…

The idea…

Of freedom…

And all of its glory.

 

-Nina

 

Listening to my corrupted mind…

The words are too sharp

Shuttering my soul

My eyes wide as the moon

Calling to the night to save me

With no answer replied

Like a knife gliding along my vertebrae

Defenseless against my own self doubt

Every minute every moment longer than the last

Glimpsing in astonishment; the utter darkness of my mind

Terrified in disgust

I’m trembling in my

Menacing vibrations

That I created

I can’t take this anymore

Finishes the poem*

Nina