~~The Wall, The Sky and Me~~

Your diary spoke in haunted tones..  “People stumble on boulders, not on stones,”   A profound truth, a silent plea,   For strength to face what the eyes can’t see. The world beheld your shining grace,   A future vast, a boundless space.   Doused in distress, the soul tossed, Within the weight of a purpose lost. Achievements tall, like mountains climbed,   Yet shadows crept in a mind unprimed. The battles fought within the mind,   Left scars unseen, too deep to find. For even stars that burn so bright,   Sometimes fade into the night.   But memories and love remain,   A gentle balm for silent pain. Rest now, where peace is found,   Beyond the boulders that weigh us down.  Your light, though dimmed, will always gleam A whispered hope, a cherished dream. _-_-_

 A prayer, a flower, a lamp and incense in the air, Tears of fear, pain and despair.. Peace was stolen, men killed, Others remain smoldered like candle wicks.. Flickering, burning into pale smoke, Their silences led to the darkest days.. And nights that passed in dreams of hope, When civilization hung itself by the rope.. Where is the sage? Who could calm the rage? Where is the lord? In the hilt of the sword! Drenched in the blood of courage and constitution  Buried with the ancestors and their wisdom. And yet we wait and watch the horizons afar, For all is fair in love and war.