I shelter behind the wall of tears, striving to place several drops from my agony within that wall.
But the wall was flowing with tears of all origins.
My dark friend, some tears are destined to part, unburied without a soul.
The wall is full of misery, distress, and the surface is dry.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
ŞiirMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
