A thousand thoughts
And a million words.
Terrible views
And there it ends.
An empty mind
And messy feelings.
They ought to be kind.
But first,
They should be healing.
Going up. Going Down.
I'll be picked up.
Then falls the crown.
I won't be a sun.
I won't be a moon.
I'll be the darkness.
That lets the stars shine.
I'll be running
And i'll be flying.
But at the end ,
You'll see me falling.
Falling,
You'll see me crawling.
Looking for a grave to keep me safe.
Looking for a grave
Where i'll be dying.
Emy Greater
25 / 07 / 2018
