Life As A Writer

Michael Daaboul. 26 y/o from Australia/Melbourne. Digital Designer & Creative Writer.

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My Mistake

MY IGNORANCE HAS CAUGHT ME OUT
NOW I’M IN A PLACE I DON’T WANT TO BE
I KNEW THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS
BUT RATHER THAN TURNING AWAY
I COLLAPSED

NOW MY EMOTIONS ARE RUNNING COLD
AND I’M FEELING REALLY BAD
THE SMELL OF MY DESTRUCTION
HAUNTS ME STILL
AFTER THE BOMB HAS EXPLODED

IN DENIAL I TRY TO JUSTIFY
MY REASONS FOR THIS EMPTINESS
A SELFISH GAIN IS NOTHING TO ME
IF WHAT I’M LOSING
IS MY IDENTITY

ALTHOUGH I REPEAT MY APOLOGIES
AND HOW IN TRUTH THEY MEAN NOTHING
IN BARGAINING FOR ANOTHER CHANCE
I HATE MYSELF
WHAT I’VE BECOME AND WHAT I MAY BE

IF ONLY I COULD TURN BACK TIME
I WOULD STOP MYSELF BEFORE IT BEGINS
AND MAYBE THEN I WILL FEEL BETTER RIGHT NOW
BUT MAYBE THEN I’LL MAKE IT HISTORY
AND LEARN A LESSON FOR ME

DON’T WANT THIS BITTERNESS TO REPEAT
SO I MAKE MYSELF A PROMISE
THAT I WILL CHANGE JUST FOR ME
SO ONE DAY I CAN LOOK BACK
WITH NO REGRETS

Written by Charles Daaboul

WHEN A COMFORTING LIE NO LONGER COMFORTS
AND THE TRUTH IS NO LONGER BURIED
EMOTIONS RISE TO THE FRAGILE SURFACE
DROWNING THE HEART AND MIND WITH SADNESS

DISAPPOINTED WITH WHAT COULD NOT REMAIN
AND WITH A WEAKNESS THE COULD NOT DEFEND
REJECTION FLOWS FROM TAINTED TRUTHS
THAT HOUSED AND FED A COMFORTING LIE

WHAT LIES BENEATH THE PAINTED SURFACE
WILL SHOW AS IT’S WEATHERED AWAY
SO A COMFORTING LIE CAN ONLY HARBOUR
AS LONG AS THE TRUTH IS SET TO SAIL

Charles Daaboul

Susie’s Sorrow

The curtain’s drawn on a dark, dusty room
That once was alive with the sound of voices
But when one voice chocked and never retuned
What lived and thrived had become an echo

An echo that drifts and never fades away
Resurfacing as a reminder of what once was
Where the memories explode with each drop of rain
And where the heart lingers and yearns for closure

What perished is gone yet its presence is here
Disembodied and robbed of what it was owed
To be here for today and to have a tomorrow
But where tomorrow will be one less reason to smile

One reason less for one imprisoned soul
That befriends a pillow that once rested and warmed
The one that remains but will never grow old
Forever to be wept for it is Susie’s sorrow

Written by Charles Daaboul

An emptiness now resides, that no matter what I do, I cannot seem to fill. It’s a constant void that reminds me of the experiences that I will never share with you again, the happy memories that we will never make. I know it’s goodbye, but I don’t want to accept it, because if I do then I know that I have truly lost you. For now, it’s just easier to pretend that I still have you and that I am still everything to you … even though it’s pretend.
Excerpt from An Unread Letter By Charles Daaboul
Those feelings that you once had, those words that you once spoke, will no longer be felt or said to me by you. And it’s sad, so damn sad, because I still love you and wish that my bleeding heart will be healed by your hands.
Excerpt from An Unread Letter By Charles Daaboul
I’m sorry that I didn’t do enough, but I want you to know that each day hurts without you. I feel you fading away from my mind, but not from my heart. My heart won’t let you go and it holds on to you in hope that you will come back to me and we can start again. But you are gone, you are truly gone.
Excerpt from An Unread Letter By Charles Daaboul
I never gave you the commitment that you deserved. In protecting myself I kept you at a distance and pushed you too far away. These words still linger in my mind, “Once upon a time you used to like hearing from me. You used to like my long messages and my mundane talkative crap. Then something changed. You no longer enjoyed my ramblings. You lived happily ever after and I pondered why you never showed me how much you really loved me.”
Excerpt from An Unread Letter By Charles Daaboul
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