It's crystal clear now,
when you asked me:
"Why everything you write is full of
death and tears?"
I didn't reply.
It's crystal clear now,
it's my way to release
the prominent side of me,
that's the only way to be empty;
It's crystal clear now,
I write about agony and heartache
because I shared a house with them,
some time ago,
they were the only thing I knew;
It's crystal clear now,
I look at the moon,
because
I can't look at the sun.
YOU ARE READING
METANOIA; poetry.
Poetrymetanoia (noun): the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life.
