Spare my Soul

The angst of a wounded soul
never pulverize in the darkest hours
The soul burns in a silent fire
with woods of failure and despair.

The heat never gets the air
It runs through the bodily attire
I scream I shout
I run through the lanes and streets
with the hope to share and care.

Among the crowd my blood stops still
Under the sun I only find my shadow's feel
The heat no more tempts me
The voices no more intriguing
for they succumb to the brazenness of the being.

The flames shed the shades of yellow
as they merge in the air so indifferent
to my questions without answers
to my doubts why it suffers
my voice loses its sound in the space so silent.

I frown I stare
in the fogs of despair
The feel of suffocation and
The demise of a life in desperation.

Then a stream crawls through my feet
and resuscitates my desire
I feel the gush of blood in my nerves
Again to run rush and dare.
There is the wind of hope on the far horizon
swaying swivelling and re-lighting the fire.

So I learnt the omnipresent truth
that the Heaven sings and Hell screams
Life is a sea of births and deaths
in those numerous moments we live n dream
each one borns to die
some with pleasure the rest out of failure
like the stars sprinkled in the dark vast sky
then the dawn arrives and all of them disappear.