Just One Night
We used to be a good bigger picture but now were torn apart and broken down, never to be found.
I used to sit and think while staring at the wall.
Could things be different If I spoke up at all?
I sewed myself shut,
and ripped my heart open.
But the pain still lingers.
Tell me, how to cast away this pain?
How could I move on when my bruises and scars are still here?
How could I mend my fractured soul?
How could I purify my tarnished heart when it prevailed by darkness and rust.
If and only If,
time could rewind.
I would have pressed the button so many times, to fix all the chaos and madness from my heart and pull it altogether and let the time do its job.
But it wasn't as easy as I thought, cause little by little I was drifted away along with the silence of agony I feared to divulge.
I know, we're all in different places now, minding our own lives but sometimes I just sit here and rethink mine.
Why couldn't everything just be fine?
But I also wonder what it would be like to smile and have fun at a time?
What's the feeling of having?
A family that I could gather around the camp fire, sing songs and chatter about our day, catching fire flies.
Keep them as night lights and let them go the next night so they could fly away into the sky.
All I ask is Just One Night.
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Under The Casket Of Hatred And Oppression
PoetryThese short poems ideas flow from my emotional self. They arrive the same way as dreams do. So always I begin with a head empty of words and let my feelings go flow. Read at your own Discretion
