A stripped vision of you behind this curtain turns my heart into a raging inferno.
I feel thirsty, and I seem dry darling.
I'm not that young oak tree anymore.
My birds flew away, all my leaves drop with an unpleasant plunge.
I'm a gray bear, broken without my rivers, my salmons, and abandon behind humanity's fences.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
PoesiaMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
