No Questions

This was written during a rather stressful period of mine. let's see how you take it.

No Questions?

I was born, unseen, unheard of
The world moved on without stopping
No one knew I had come
And those few who knew, never cared

I grew up in my own world
Of real dreams and dreamy realities
Trodden down by a cold world
My tenderness froze to death

I was made to follow others
Driven by need, driven by insanity
Lonely I stood, never understood
Like a burning candle in sunlight

I smiled, I cried, no one saw
I worked, I tried, no one saw
I failed the expectations of everyone
They saw it, but not me

Now that I'm dead, all alone
I wonder whether I was ever in company
Was I needed, there are no answers
Simply because, there are no questions...

Home

Nothing like Nostalgia, i guess. and where does Nostalgia stem from? The memories? all the happy days? i guess there's something even more loyal........ read on.....

Home 

I have returned, yes, I have returned

From the shadows that had bound me

And I see that things have changed, but still

They remain like the ones around me

 

My home guarded by dust and dirt

A broken window, signs of theft

A worn out door, without the knob

Yet, it is the home that I had left

 

The grandfather clock, its still there

Where I'd left it alone to rot

It's the hour when I had walked away

The hands move, but time does not

 

The dusty basin, with a leaky tap

Or are those falling drops, tears?

Is someone crying in this wreck?

Cryin for all the lonely years

 

After decades of silence, there's noise

The nostalgic voice of prolonged agony

Its home not because it has memories but

It's the only one who was waiting for me