Fire Burning Inside

Times when others cry,
I feel a fire burning inside.
It’s the feeling of proving them wrong,
It says I am more, much more than strong.

No matter the odds against me
It’s the fire that sets my mind free
It’s a feeling that won’t let me down
It’s a feeling that says I will carry on

No matter how bad, failure will die
But that fire burning will quietly lie
Life shows us what we want to see
Is what the feeling keeps telling me

As I hear closely, whose voice is it?
I unleash my qualms that hide
I discovered that voice is mine
Indeed Its ME; I was the fire burning inside.

A Question with No Reply

At gloomy nights as I lay on my back,
I ponder over the years gone by,
Should I feel sorrow or should I feel joy,
That’s a question with no reply.

Should I feel sad of having lost?
Or be excited for what I can win.
Shun the wonder years of my life
Or knit the life of pretentious grin.

I want the innocence of the eager child,
The truthfulness of a teenage heart,
Why is a part of growing up to let go
When living is to feel and not throw

Why do we age?
To be smarter or to be sly,
Why cant we still live
the child inside?

Will I ever relive that excitement
Or find a heart as childlike as mine?
It is hope as infinite as the sky
And a question with no reply

Superficial World…

Fine wines that splash,
Flashy cars that whirl,
Yes, we are a part,
Of a superficial world.

It’s the diamonds that shine
And land we heir
Its not who we are,
But what we flare.

I humbly ask, why do we forget,
Heart, mind, soul, and sense of self
These are my assets, and will always be
It’s how I feel, and not what I see

Am I wrong?
I don’t know why
How does a weary smile
Fill this heart with joy.

Why doesn’t my favorite car
Evoke that passionate stealth
Is it, the more we have
Or the less we felt???

Why? Why? I ask
Is matter so crucial?
When the best things are within
And not superficial

Never Look Back

I stand here alone under the sapphire sky
Can feel the icy wind passing by
Felt a warm touch that caught me tight
Thought I saw him, he is out of sight

I feel his arm around me though
A soft whisper in my ears,
I love you he said, holding me close
Hoping that minute would last for years

They say He’s dead and will never wake
I must cry and express my ache
Why must I, and yes I won’t
People die, memories don’t

I will never look back to say I wish
Now I wonder if these lips will ever be kissed
All I pray, to never see him again
As these weary eyes will say what I missed