2 hands 1 cable 1 wakeboard.

a poem i wrote afew days ago

time,
slips away.
the present
turns into memories
memories
turns into nightmares

unwanted feelings
unhappy thoughts
unjustified gestures
undesirable actions
solely caused by cold frustrations

millions of daggers
charging forth.
red coloured shields
broken into pieces of tears
as it falls to the ground
bending over,
picking up these pieces
of my shatted heart.

a strong front
a firm mentality
a fragile back
a distort mind
a heavy chest
and a broken heart

verbal plasters
bandages of care
sounds of warmth
and the endless love felt
actions done without a thought

please treasure what you have got
forever ending this sorrow regret
of a human soul

enjoy
feel
understand
touch
what you have at present
for they may not last,
as time pass