Skies are my eyes
Can you hear them cry?
So much tears were arbitrarily pouring
Strong currents, rushing through my veins
Thunders are my feelings
Can you hear them roaring?
Even volcanoes couldn't contain
An erruption bursting, of anger and pain
Wind is harshly blowing my thoughts
Can you hear them whisper?
Desperate for gentle love and care
In the midst of my hidden agony
This night is my witness
That moon is my companion
Though it isn't as bright
But it records my tone-deaf notes tonight
Tonight was this gloomy
Tonight seems a bit senti
I just miss you... Celestine.
Would you make this gloomy day bloom?
Please?
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I was fifteen and it was all gloomy for me. A passing of a loved one lead me to extreme sadness and resentment. It was too much to handle.
This was written in one of those sleepless nights. Then my eyes would be soaked with tears and I will be laying down on my bed while hugging my baby sister's clothes.
My room and the pitch black night heard it all.
My agony.
My grief.
My cries of pain.
And longing.
I was fifteen and the twenty-one version of me today is proud of her.
blackrose
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shadows of the past
PoesiaThis poetry book will take on my personal thoughts, voices and traumas. My past loves and life. I am writing this while I am on my CBT and mental healing. This will be a reflection of my sleepless nights, silenced voices, and anxious moments. The...
