Poetical Horizons

∞ Black Chalks ∞

∞ Black Chalks ∞

Some day, at some hidden place,

There wasn't happiness nor grace,

I had that box of black chalks,

So clear in moon's glowing cloak,

I've been there for so long,

Writing on the black boards,

Tons of screams and pain.

You could not see any words,

but they were not written in vain.

They were so clear and yet,

So invisible to the eyes...

They'll never see them, I bet,

As the newborn morning dies..

The words I wrote on black boards,

when I was there them days,

They were so clear, so bold,

Invisible to the human eyes...

The screams are mute, 

the hearts do bleed...

And those who on devastation feed...

Oh, how wrong they were...

All they did was leave scars.

And as the newborn morning dies,

Still not visible to your eyes,

all the words I wrote.

Even in the moon's glowing coat,

For they were written in black chalk.