i was walking.
under the street lamps.
they illuminated me and the whole street, but not my soul.
i was trying,
to come back, to home.
to the place where i used to be.
to the place where i found peace.
i was trying to hold back my tears,
as i threw the empty can of beer.
i was walking under the moon and stars.
without knowing where to go.
one thing i knew,
i was strong enough.
everyone is strong enough.
they have power to stand on their own.
YOU ARE READING
the barrier.
Poesiathe rain will fall, as much as her tears drop as much as her words that she almost tell as much as her feelings that she always hide. they will also fall upon the earth and dry up, along with the rain. -escarlatee, 2017. [all poems are mine].
