Delima

Of all the fake smiles, the fake Hellos' and the fake Goodbyes..

I look for something sincere, something True...

I wish for the wisdom, the intuition and the sanity

To find the actual gem and guide one another Through.

I have become and shattered sword, a broken shield

a blunt axe and a splintered arrow

where's the blacksmith to sharpen my edges, mend my fractures

Where's the Goldsmith to bring back the sparkling Halo.

I have seen people inspired and fired

motivated and Determined, ready with their burning Desires.

But I am listless, with the feeling so hopeless

There's no passion, no drive to pull myself up even when the things are Dire.