When the sun falls down,
Out of the skies
Is when it shall be known,
How a human cries.
For the cries to be heard,
Aren't the same
As the ones feared,
By the ones filled with shame.
The ones to be seen,
Are the ones never shown
Cried by the ones who have never been,
Screamed by the ones never known.
When the moon drops,
Out of the skies
Is when the plan flops,
For the tear then dries.
The disappearing tears,
Will be the signs
For when the new plan shall begin,
And the world will be filled with new minds.
The world will be filled with laughter,
The wold shall be empty of despair
But watch out my darling daughter,
For you must always be beware.
YOU ARE READING
Without Doubt
PoetryThis is a book with little poems I wrote. They are mostly sad, but some can be seen as happy. I hope you enjoy reading them!
