When Night approaches,
Every little sound made seems loud.
We hear our heart beats, and even our thoughts,
It's like other noises are not allowed.
When the ceiling becomes the Tv,
To watch the scenarios we create in our head.
We watch every detail of it
Even the things that makes us shred.
When the silence cries
Are falling drops
Holding our pain in it.
A cycle that never stops.
When the final beam
Knocks on our crystal-clear window.
We shut them out,
Because darkness, is where we grow.
-N.Hetari
YOU ARE READING
Beyond The Thoughts
Poetry[Completed] "We all have stories, some will tell, some will hide and some will just pour it all in a poem"
