Panic

Walls closing in,

Barely any time to breathe.

No energy, a unison is formed

With apprehension roaring within.

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A feathery heart screaming deep inside.

Urging, yearning for an inch of oxygen.

Yet the fire spreads quickly

And everything is steadily scorching

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Blurry, murky visions

Blinding and binding you

To your own weaknesses

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Then you feel a sudden drop

And sudden chills circulating

Underneath your skin

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Intrapersonal battle

What now is this?

A mind full of wit and intellect-

Confused and convoluted,

With stripes of mud highlighting the face.

 

What battles were faced in cold and dark corners,

Hidden and aiming not to be found,

Beneath the gyri and sulci, 

And all of the thoughts from within?

 

How hard is it to watch 

Your own self facing what once was,

What can be known,

And entities that could have been found?

 

No shield has been brought,

And definitely no weapon,

Just this mere rational mind,

Which have been strangling me. 

 

What will I conquer 

From this useless battle which I had initiated 

Way before I knew all of its consequences, 

In addition to all of the loses? 

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Michelina

Michelina, inti l-ikbar teżor t’Alla!

Fejn qatt bsarna l-fidwa li kellu jagħtik?

 

Ma’ kull tbatija dejjem

Bi tbissima tħallina,

U qatt ma ħarist lejn ħajtek b’mod negattiv.

 

Michelina, l-affarijiet li

Għallimtni int, ma ninsihom qatt żgur,

Għax inti kont ta’ impatt kbir għalija.

 

Inħobbok għażiża Michelina,

F’qalbi, dejjem ser inħallik!

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Michelina, you are God’s biggest treasure!

How could we have known the destiny that you will have to face?

 

With every suffering,

You always left us with a smile,

And you never looked at life in a negative way.

 

Michelina, the things which you thought me,

I will definitely never forget,

Because you were a huge impact on my life.

 

I love you my dear Michelina,

And you will always be in my heart!

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illusion

~staring blankly at the piece of paper

which has been laying in front of me.

Words have been escaping and

all i see is faded letters,

dancing around in my mind~

 

~the emotions within

have been fighting to break out

however, not even one sentence could be formed~

 

~illusions of happiness,

of days filled with laughter

but all i see and feel is

the melancholy of the terrible routine

of one day leading to another~

 

~hearing my heart beat

moving with every thought

that fill my brain.

Thoughts which are fighting to emerge~

 

~there are no dreams at night,

 just pitch darkness and shadows

pounding on my mind~

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Isolated

A soul,

shattered, broken

and isolated.

Weeping for all its

great unknowns.

 

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A body,

emptied from all

of its emotions.

Every one

dropped into the sea.

 

A human,

who is tired of

being hit and gutted.

Conflicted

and convoluted.

 

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A person,

who is lying down

trying to sleep.

But her anxiety

keeps snatching her.

 

A home,

which was turned

into a pitch of

sadness.

And nothing to look

forward to.

 

The journey

 

IMG_0068He asked me to take me

into a hidden passage.

Some times he placed me 

Upon his shoulder, 

Other times he left me

in the dark calling me 

So I follow his voice.

 

It is not always easy 

Finding him with all 

The distractions in life.

I always found it 

More pleasant being carried  

By him, but he is a busy man.

 

We travelled through a 

Forest filled with tall trees.

He told me to cut some green 

Branches, and I did.

Later we found some 

Cherries and other berries,

And I was told to eat some

For the rest of the journey.

 

He took me to the mountain,

Which I had to climb.

It was not an easy task 

And it did take some time.

I fell back once or twice,

I turned to him for advice,

But he told me it was my fight.

 

He was waiting for me

By the end of the trials.

I had made him very proud.

He told me, ‘Be free, I will 

Always guide you.’ 

I left, without seeking for him.

 

After that, I felt lonely

And desperate as I couldn’t 

Feel his hand guiding me.

The journey was harder, longer. 

However he was always there

I was just too blind.

Home

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What is this building

which I am tied to?

My secret desires always

Pulling me towards its comforts.

How can I see beyond

The horizons of my four-walled room?

If I constantly pull myself towards it

And go within to search for

Something that has long dissipated.

The vortex of its safety

Continuously sucking me in,

Hiding from myself,

Engulfing it all in.