A golden dream, a broken soul

The poor young boy exchanged his life for gold,
He wore a golden crown; they called him lord.
They saw him as a god, for he possessed such power,
And he kept watch above them, day by day, from his tower.

The young lord felt both wealthy and content,
Seeing the great crowd below, he believed himself heaven-sent.
He thought himself a man unlike the meek,
And wished to be remembered as the wealthy Greek.

But as the days went by, the young lord grew alone;
He had no wife, no family—only a place upon his throne.
So he commanded his servants to find him a beautiful bride,
One who would give him love, affection, and a child by his side.

Many women were brought to him day after day,
Yet the king found no true love, and so he began to pray.
The clock kept ticking; he had found gold, but not love above,
And that truth made him feel like a wounded white dove.

Then a wise man named Socrates appeared before him,
And told him he had chosen gold instead of peace within.
“Zen is a state of bliss that awakens the soul,
And stirs the mind and heart until they become whole.”

The young boy felt the weight of all that he had done.
He gave his gold away to the hungry crowd and ran.
He climbed the height of his tower to breathe the open air,
For he felt he had little left, and no one truly cared.

He stepped ahead and spread his wings as if to fly away.
The end had come; the young lord could no longer stay.
The crowd then blamed the young lord for his final breath,
And none of them understood the debt that comes with wealth.

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Nightmare

The cradle of life swings back and forth. These torturing memories I silently recall. A taste of sudden fear, to numb my sins. Violently eager, to conquer my whims. Capturing the moment with a fluttering blink, Flushing out blight, to rise from the weak. Paper hands made from sturdy oak trees, A core so strong, it defeats the disease. Haunted dreams, uneasy and unwell, Afraid to wake up, too scared to dwell. A rusted watch to tell the broken time, The wrath of Cronos echoes his prime. Lucidly walking into the unknown, Facing the void, yet still all alone. A final wish to live a heartbeat, Revived in spirit, I rise to my feet.

A Mother’s Influence

A Mother’s Influence Clock’s ticking, birds fly - into the horizon - they are hugging the sky. To listen, to observe, to think, to preserve, to create a mythical stellar dream where he can summon radiant unicorns, and like the stars - to endlessly gleam. Time passes, a boy turns into a man, he loves his mother, and she loves her son. The dark spirits have spoken, he got his heart broken but they couldn’t harm him, his mother nourished his soul, she showed him the way, she became his lighting shield. They never expected to fight a man as strong as him, she taught him to be brave, for the day he would give his precious life, and the whole world he would redeem. Behind every strong, honest, and courageous man lies a strong and caring mother. She sacrifices a part of herself to see him flourish, to become strong, like his father. And when he claims his throne and finds his queen, she is still there to protect him, the mother of the king.

Depression

When you reach rock-bottom, when your soul cries, Life stops vibrating; everything vivid in pain dies. Filthy dark entities knock at your door, You refuse to open, but they break in, causing mayhem. They enter your lizard brain, with no mercy at all. Now you're a slave to them; down on your knees, you crawl. “You’re not good enough, you’re a failure, you’re nobody.” These voices change your perception. The downfall begins. You want nothing, no one, anything but to lie down and sleep. You beg not to wake up; one more day alive hurts deep. Stuck in your own tiny space, thoughts of death quickly arise. You want to escape from yourself, the self you despise. You are afraid of being alive, but not of death. No one cares about you—alone until your last breath. Life becomes meaningless, love dies, you feel sick. You can’t take it anymore, stuck in this loop till you die.

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