My heart beats on, though it’s in vain,
A pulse that only knows the pain,
Of missing wings and empty skies,
Where once a voice made stars arise.
In the stillness after midnight,
When the light begins to fade,
I'm left with only shadows
Of the colors that you made.
The echoes of your laughter
Still hang upon the breeze,
Like fireworks that flared and fell,
Their ash among the trees.
You were a burst of summer skies,
A fire I couldn’t hold,
A spark that lit the quiet night,
Too bright to ever grow old.
The world spins on without you,
But nothing feels the same,
Your light still lingers in the dark,
But never quite remains.
Your laughter, once the wind’s own song,
Now echoes where it won’t belong.
A soul that soared too far, too fast,
Now lives among the stars at last.
The earth feels heavy in your death,
A silence, like I lost my breath.
You searched the clouds, but can’t reclaim
The missing wings you’ve lost in flame.
So here I stand, beneath your flight,
My hands stretched out, but losing sight.
Yet in the wind, I feel your trace,
A whisper of your soft embrace.
YOU ARE READING
Chaos In My Mind
Poetry𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑜ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ... This is a book of some poems I've written r...
