Shh...listen to the cicadas when they cry,
they do not know their pain, and nor do I.
But under the moon they desperately sing,
hoping a stranger is listening.
Wandering lost in the darkness...
How I wish just to guide you home,
show you that you are never alone.
Quiet, now, let me release this chain,
let you see the light, far away from pain.
Show this world so beautiful...
I want you to remember when it rains,
when death seems the cure and life in vain.
Someone is always there, caring for you,
for who you are inside, for all that you do.
You can never be replaced....
YOU ARE READING
Imagining black
ПоэзияWould you dare to break, through the veil of lies? Do you have what it takes, to see through this fake light? Do you ever look back, or are imagining black? Let the thoughts gather here as one in this darkness we live among...
