A Quite Heart

I walk with dreams inside my chest,
A thousand thoughts that never rest.
The world is loud, but I stay still,
Listening to my own soft will.
I’ve seen the sun through cloudy days,
Found hidden hope in darkened ways.
Though pain has carved a line in me,
It taught my soul how strong to be.
So if I fall, I rise again,
With broken wings, but endless aim.
For in my heart, a fire stays—
To light my nights and guide my days.

Endless sighs

No one knows what deep, endless sighs
a human carries inside the chest.
Not even the saddest cassette
holds so much pain.
Within this chest, sigh after sigh
feels like an infinite, profound epic—
on every page, tears are written,
and heartache is the tragic cover of that epic.
So many sighs inside a human heart,
so many sighs—
who ever knew?

Love is Rust

In this life, whoever I tried to love with my whole being,
from them alone I received sharp neglect.
I received a skyful of humiliation and deprivation,
and an ocean of sorrow.
That is why, these days, in the box of my love,
moss has made its home,
and hard rust has settled upon it.