As I'm heading back home
I can feel the sadness
slowly creeping in
the way water takes its time
overflowing a sinking ship..
My nights are forever and a day,
somber and heart-rendering.
I wish I could say that, once,
I was a happy little one,
that everything in my past did not
steer me towards this very present.
If eyes are a mirror to the soul,
then all I want is for someone
to look intently in mine
and catch some of the pain
that's trapped far behind.
YOU ARE READING
Under the full moon's gentle glow
PoetryStep into the intimate world of my soul through these small but mighty poems. Each verse is a heartbeat, each word a brushstroke of my emotions. This collection is a journey into the depths of my heart, a mirror for your own feelings, and a reminder...
