divided

Crowded Plot

I don't feel at ease here,

Or at peace.

There are no fond memories -

Just an empty spot,

In a crowded plot -

No room for your soul to breathe.

Oh, what a distant memory -

A little girl at the foot of her papa,

The pitter patter of tiny feet -

Ready to jump,

Into the arms - 

Awaiting.

Time has since faded -

That little girl is no longer.

A woman when you passed,

Yet a child still at heart.

Memories left -

Scattered -

And I'm left to wonder,

If you feel forgotten,

In this overgrown plot -

With pieces of you missing -

Divided,

As is your sanctity.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written on 8/27/2014, in remembrance of my father. I sat at his head stone, where not ask of his ashes lay. And I felt as if he were suffocated. 

Peace

One thing this world never knew


What could it be? And i say it's peace


Wars are all that we know in truth


Wars are fought always in the name of peace

                  


A moral said by a great man


United we stand, divided we fall


But we witness it the other way

 

Divided we stand, united we fall



We could have solved problems through 

peace


But what to do they never got solved


Countries held talks known as 'peace talks'


But what was the result, we never got peace

                           


Everything could have been solved by peace


This world would have been a better place


But Countries will always struggle 


As greed and war takes them over.

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