The Survivor

These eyes are wide open forever now ,
For they have seen things ,
Seen things that this man was listening for ages ,
From the time he was a child ,
He knew what would it be like ,
But never knew what would it be like to him ,
Every crimson is blood to him now ,
Every voice is a scream to him now ,
Every silence ia a haunting hallow now ,
This man of war will soon be forgotten,
and so will be his comrades who died in his arms ,
Men who stared in his eyes whilst dying and stared forever ,
People who come to him when he tries to sleep ,
Asking him why did he let them die ,
Never can he forget those friends lying on the land ,
gasping for a single more breath each time ,
Never can he forget the blood and guts of men ,
And will find them everywhere around him wherever shall he go ,
Now he is no one but
A boy who walks alone in the dark ,
A boy who gets frightened on every noise ,
A boy who screams every morning before rising ,
A boy who cries and hates himself for being alive ,
A boy who hates himself for a survivor

YESTERDAY

Here goes another day to the past ,
beautiful memories with it goes ,
Finding a way to stay in the history.
to establish a fascination that never dies ,
a day another would take its place,
and remove it from my mind's depth,
the day forgone and the day to come,
both are as enriched wings of mother nature,
they hold the secrets of the day we live in

The other day i lived as much as i could,
and followed the schedule more beautifully,
I noticed that the sun was smiling at me,
i filled the day beauties and sparks,
making its small moments seeming vast,
with the love i gave to others to others , but then
IN THE END,The day went to the Past....