The First Knight [END]

10. You Were Hurt

You Were Hurt

You came back from a small disaster and your soul was badly injured
When your mind only thought of good things but the devil took your way first
Those heavy steps dragged you to the hell that you call as home
Then you cried against a wall that never fall
Tears fell down on your pale red face
The navy blue pillow caught it like a butterfly net
Your vexation bursted in the midday that silent of mankind
To those outside who looked at you like trampled dust
You didn't care about the asphalt road that you flooded
The ground swallowed all bitterness in resignation
You didn't know where else to go
The world has kicked you out and never wants to greet you again
Effervesce tears flowed from your brown eyes
The sky blue handkerchief permeated it like oak roots
Your pain is eructated in the dark white space
Because the world that hated you like a tyrant queen
You turned out the light, desisted painting, ceased writing
The old pen saw you pitifully with a thousand prayers
The wound in your laughter may have faded,
But the wound in this opus will still be felt
And your tears crumple up on the gray clouds