I'm in the dark room,
Blood stains the veil by the curtain.
No light; I'm tired of looking at cars running
In the sun rays, uncertain.
In the dim light, I smiled at myself
While the light departs toward the curtain.
I waited for the sun rays to illuminate,
Yet anticipating love to return to these dark places.
I'm a restless soul, bidding farewell to curses at the window,
Speaking from the pain deep within my soul.
Sadness is like a counterpart;
I'll wait for shadows to scatter apart,
In a queue hoping to wash away the curses
When the Holy Spirit resumes.
Yet the lightning of pain prowls like a hungry lioness
In the jungle of my soul.
Tears drop like morning dew on the window
As darkness lies ahead.
I sat in silence in a lonely corner
While watching crows go into exile.
The dark side of the moon,
A place of care,
When dreams of you fighting turn black
And faith falters.
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WHO CURSED YOU IN SILENCE?
PoetryAs I stood at the line of silence, death in my darkest days, a bird sang within me, "Who cursed you in silence?" It was the darkest days I asked myself. How am I going to change blue to purple? This question became the catalyst for my odyssey from s...
