Like crystals
Like rain
Salt like
Crawl in vain.
Stinging
Burning hot
I open my eyes
And let them fall.
Who knew a word
A whisper,
A syllable
Pulls you off the ground.
Who knew that
Silence-
-can be so loud?
A moment
A pause,
The puppeteer cuts the thread
And make the thoughts screaming
Inside my head.
Drowning,
Sinking
Yet I hear your call
Child of love, tears shall never
Fall.
YOU ARE READING
Wild Fire
PoetryNo more hope No more desire Close on all doors And wait for wild fire