Being here all alone feel like hell
Ring the bell--beat the throe to its core
How can I pause this pain, I can't bear
Feel the train of the fear runs through bones
Bored of things, bored of life, bored of love
Hopelessly waiting for the sunset
Sitting there for so long nothing comes.
Hear the sound in the air from somewhere
I don't dare to walk there with my feet
It's bitter in my heart which is dark
Part of me acutely imparting
Call for help, seek for kind from nowhere
See the crowd of grey clouds are flowing
Hiding light of my soul
Blow it all, flow it all, left nothing.
YOU ARE READING
Isolated Soul
PoetryYou said you would be there when you got problems. I can't seem to find even a glimpse of your shadows. Lies and smiles always come together. Isn't that awesome?
