The Echoes of the Ruins

This is all about the thoughts of being alive. It's talks about the pre-requisites of love and that's pain and sorrow.

by: Ryan B. Cruz

THE ECHOES OF THE RUINS

by: Ryan Cruz

 

Blank thoughts.

Right now, you are giving away everything about living a life

Like a bird tossing its wings to the air,

You cast out what you feel to the invisible paradox

The warmth of the day became cold as the sparkle of each night faded

 

Blank thoughts.

How are you? What are you thinking right now? What will you do tomorrow?

Thousands of questions, hundreds of answers, everything are numbered as well as our lives

It passes through a raging river in the middle of the forest and it became the unknown

You’re lost and cannot find where the way out of this miserable adventure is

 

Blank thoughts.

You’ve been suppressing yourself with numbness

Wishing that healing will come upon through

Remember that aside from you, no one can understand

You’ve been drowning in your place yet no one comes

 

Blank thoughts.

You’re wounds are getting worse

Until then you will have the best feeling

How ironic is it, which you need to feel the grudges first

And you are not sure if happiness will come next

 

Blank thoughts.

This is where you can lose yourself

With everything that is not nice

How pitiful are you being here

Sorry but no one else can help you

 

Blank thoughts.

This is what you only have.

Can you survive another tomorrow?

This is the end of it,

You’re breathless like from the start. It never changed.

 

Blank thoughts.

They are just illusions of beauty of dreams

They are fading because they will never be real as you are

The only left was you, and you alone

Stand because you need to, for yourself.

 

Blank thoughts.

They hurt you, they will hurt you

Do not look at them that it seems that they can love you

It is a hallucination of your nostalgic experience

Do not get it wrong, walk, and walk far away from them