Along life's road anthology

THE VILLAIN
His eyes red like lava
Across villages he is named destroyer
Yet he presents an image of a farmer
From evil deeds he never retire

He picks on the young and old
He knows not another but his kind
The rest he sets to grind
Victims were counted among the bold

Into his fold he brought assassins
In the shadows, he performed the deeds
Trampling on the weak just to rise
Crushing the innocents as he pleases

Alas! He is frightened and shaken
Across the land he is beaten
That which gives him strength is taken
From afar he is known to be broken

Stuck in a distant land he is coping
Counting the days, hoping to be coming
His legacy is known yet breaking
Each passing day renders him a weakling

THOU ART A RECEIVER
If only I had the power to cater
Then I shall be a giver
And the offering; thou art a receiver
To hurt you; I shall never

From when I could not remember
To when I am able to recall
Thou held me since when I was tender
Watching me daily as I grew tall

I know what I know cos thou taught me
Guiding me to the light so I could see
Thy unconditional presence never fade
Always there to keep me safe

THE LONELY SOUL
In need of a company, I search
Arms as empty as a vacuum, I stretch
With high hopes, I hope to catch
Happiness and comfort; when I reach

Oh! how lonely I remain
Several efforts exhausted, yet in vain
Joy and company, I seek to gain
But oh! How lonely I remain

It's seems hard to feel anything
Wishing to be filled with something
To acquire that which is missing
How I long to have that feeling

The feeling of that special thought
Knowing that there is someone in it
Someone to keep the mind at rest
To face each day at my best

LINK TEXT HERE ▼