A Beautiful Mess

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

A Beautiful Mess

Sanjay Singh

A Beautiful Mess

To love yet not be loved in turn,

To ache for warmth, yet feel the burn.

To chase a dream, yet lose the way,

To hope for dawn, yet drown in gray.

To trust a voice that speaks in lies,

To watch love fade in hollow skies.

To be led on by fleeting light,

Yet stand alone in endless night.

To breathe in love, yet gasp for air,

To hold on tight yet find none there.

To long for truth yet face disguise,

To drown in doubts, yet seek the rise.

To bear the weight of silent cries,

To break apart behind closed eyes.

To stand so strong while feeling weak,

Yet hide the pain I dare not speak.

To live a life of unsure days,

To walk alone through misty haze.

To weep unheard, to bleed unseen,

Yet paint my scars in gold between.

A beautiful mess, this heart of mine,

A storm of love, yet so divine.

Sanjay Singh

documentation: Waffaa Badarneh