I wrote you a note

You still hadn't responded,
but I kept writing to you,
my notes to you continued,
and not once did you reply.

Nothing stopped me,
from writing to you,
although I knew,
deep down I was sad.

I was disheartened,
that you didn't seem to care,
that you ignored every note of mine,
and lived without being affected.

How could it not make a difference?
How could you just let it be?
I appreciate your control,
but you hurt me beyond words.

I still write to you
endlessly, hoping,
one day you would,
you would definitely reply.

Jumping into sinking sand

I was born,
with liberation and freedom.
Everything seemed right,
even those restrictions.

As a child,
life was great,
being a kid,
I had no worries.

There were some conditions,
drawn on our living,
but all seemed so right,
a part of our living.

Then I started growing up,
all of a sudden things changed,
I wanted to rebel and
demand explanations forever.

I did want to conform
to all that I had earlier,
but I did want to rebel
like I never did earlier.

It was my decision,
I chose this for myself,
everything depended on me,
I had jumped into this sinking sand.

Thereafter, the force was too strong,
pulled by this sand,
I saw no way at all
of coming out.

I went deeper and deeper
into this sinking sand,
not realizing the impact
of that one step.

All was well
when I was a child, and,
don't know when in these
years of growing up,
I screwd it all up!