Untitled letter #3 - Regrets

Hey there...
How have you been ? 
I didn't mean to write to you so often, so I hope it doesn't annoy you too much ...

I'll try to refrain from writing often yea ?

Untitled letter #2 - for the lost souls

Hey there,
I hope you have been doing well...
How has the nights been treating you?
I hope it has not been too harsh..
I hope you catch a break from all the loneliness ..
I hope you catch a break from all the regrets ..

I hope you catch a break from all the sorrow ..

Hey,
Chin up ...
I know it's tough ...
It is suffocating for sure ...

Untitled Letter to whomever reading this

Hey...
It's been so long since I posted anything.
How have you been ? 
Have you been busy ?
I do hope you are taking care of yourself.

Personal wellbeing is important, so please take some time to stop and breathe.

Breathing is important.

I've been on a downwards spiral.

Nothing is ever what it seems.

Therapy doesn't seem to be helping either.

End Of The Journey

Resistance.
Slowly as he regained his conscience,
All he felt was resistance ..
Resistance !
Move! He screamed.
To whom? 

Darkness engulfed his sight,

Shackles of distraught snaring him further down.

Magma-like liquid assaults his lungs,

Voiceless rasp is all he could utter.

No noise to be heard...

Is this the end ?

All he felt was hopelessness..

What brought on this fate upon him?

Who's sin was he forced to bear?

Why was this the ending to his story?

Questions were all he had.

What was he fighting for ? 

Who led to his demise?

Why was he drowning?

Questions were all he had.

What was there left?

Who's was to blame?

Why was there no one to save him?

Questions were all he had.

And as he drew his last breath...

Questions were all he was left with.

And with one final gasp, his candle extinguishes.

The end.

This will be my final poem to this world. 

It had been a wonderfully bitter sweet journey with just my thoughts being poured into either spoken word form or poem. I ... Think I'll end it here. 

Once again, thank you.

Lonely Wanderer

 Lonely wanderer, 

Destination unknown, 

Tightened his embrace upon himself,

His shuddering breath,

Slowly materializes as he exhales,

Yet dispersing in urgency,

As the cold dry air assaults his lungs,

Whisper of the Breathless

Jealous, indeed I am..
Every breath taken away from me,
Stolen by her;
Stolen by the heavenly her,
A conspiracy concocted against me,
Beginning from dusk,
Ending at dawn,
Leaving me breathless,

Purgatory🔗Darkness

The frigid canvas brings ardor,

Why does it do so?

A warm shower feels cold,

Why does it feel so?

The night zephyr carries comfort,

Why does it appear so?

Why ?