C' est la vie
It's two a.m. again
The light is till wide awake like waiting for dawn
Illuminating from outside, the street light is being taunted by the darkness
Like its saying that sooner or later, the light of hope will disappear without a trace
If just for trying, the lonely street light already mastered that part
But it still find itself always in the same spot
Even with a different time, the embers started to burn and the fume still managed to spread apart
Only this time, the emetics did not come
Even when the silence and darkness were overwhelming,
The light was trying
Nevertheless, the darkness overpowered the light
The light fought hard
But in the middle of the night, it suddenly died
YOU ARE READING
Elegies
PoetryOverflowing emotions will trigger your hands to write on their own and eventually you're obliviously writing poems already. Write down what you feel, until it hurts no more.
