Oreos&OxyeyeDaisies

In the fields where cannons roar,   Tolstoy writes of endless war—   Men clash with steel, hearts clash with fear,   History's weight, heavy to bear.   Across the steppes, blood and sky,   Kings may fall, yet men must die.   But deeper still, the war unseen—   The soul's own fight, cruel and keen.   Dostoevsky whispers low,   Of guilt that seeds, of thoughts that grow.   Raskolnikov's dark, whispered crime,   Echoes through the halls of time.   Napoleon rises, then he fades,   Just as Raskolnikov’s blade invades—   The crime, the war, all justified,   In minds where righteousness resides. Yet war on battlefields will cease,   But what of hearts, bereft of peace?   Tolstoy’s peace, a fleeting quest,   As nations fall, and men confess. In Dostoevsky’s darkened shade,   The guilt festers, debts unpaid....

I miss you maa :) I spoke in whispers, too little, too late, Wishing I’d known how near the gate, Where time would close and steal away The chance for words I didn’t say. Unanswered goodbyes linger in the air, Like unsent letters I couldn’t share. Regret's heavy hand rests on my chest, For the moments I lost, the love unexpressed. I thought I had time, but it slipped away, Now I’m left with words I can’t convey. Your chair still sits by the windowpane, But it’s empty now, and so is the frame. Of the life we could have shared much more, Yet I stand alone by this open door. In this hollowed heart of a home, I roam, Seeking your warmth but finding none. The walls are quiet, but they hold the truth— That love delayed is love I lose. Unanswered goodbyes, forever they’ll stay, A silence of regrets, too hard to allay.  "So…," she started, drawing out the word as if it were a string she was about to pluck. "Is there someone? You know, someone more than just a friend?" H...