Visibility...

Can I resist this urge?Is it one I may purge?
In vein it still exists,Shall I continue to persist?
A feeling deep inside,
Spiraling, spinning and opening wide,
I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye,
I try to fight it off, but it rests inside,
Dormant for now waiting to appear,
In the most chaotic of times, I fear,
Soon we'll realize what is gone,
Trying not to fade away,
I know what's coming down,
I bear it true, bruises black and blue,
A fog so thick I can't see through,
I embrace the past with blurry vision,
Cutting through misconceptions with guided percision,
Relishing the words spoken and hearts broken,
And cherishing the memories that came before a rash decision.

Destiny..

With those trembling hands,

searching the garbage bin,

for a piece of bread,

perhaps paying for his sin.

Not looking for food,i wonder,

looking for his destiny.

covered with rags

which were torn to pieces,

bare legs with deep bruises.

Same destiny which once rested in his hands,

a Belief that he could

turn the world and find gold,

by hunting deserts of sand.

But time is no one's friend,

when hits like a lighting thunder,

no one can escape its fury,

be it Cesar or Alexander.

the fingers which once pointed to the world in pride,

are soaked into the garbage tin,

looking for a place to hide.

Not looking for food,i wonder,

looking for his destiny,

in the garbage tin.