Existence

When living becomes an obligation
Without wishes or imagination
Give in to the world and its wants
Let someone gain from the taunts.

A mask I wear to hide the truth
Revealing it will bear no fruit
A lie to live for years on end
Hope for a miracle
that God will send

The dreams will die
life will evolve
To keep on breathing,
I need resolve

Memories I keep safe and treasured
Beyond any reach or distance measured
Silently it nourishes the soul
Not just one- but two I’m told.

©krisheaven

The Social Curse

In the middle of a well lit bar,

he sat alone shielding a scar.

Unemployed and penniless became,

nowhere to go, what a shame.

Wine and whiskey he befriended,

before it began, his life had ended.

Drunken fights with his wife each night,

his daughter stared consumed by fright.

Smashing, screaming, kicking and pain,

a lifeless life with nothing to gain.

Rehab he sought, he wished a change,

Relatives didn’t let him get out of their range.

They poured him a drink, knowing he’d stopped

if he really does quit, about what would they talk !?

© krisheaven

photo courtesy: pop art alcohol, kangypoo

PS: This is a true story.