They know me
And it made me happy
Sadly
They dont know my name
They know my words
Infact they love them
That they made it their daily teachings
But they dont know my handwritting
They know my voice
Always listening to it
In utter understanding
But they dont understand my sentiments
They enjoy my stories
Laugh at my jokes
Share my laughter
Watch my contorted face while laughing
But they dont see my tears
They say I touch their souls
That my ink colour their hearts
That my words heal their wounds
That they cant do without my words
Yet they dont see my heart broken and dead
How am I supposed to tell them
That my pen is dying
My ink is fading
My spirit is lost
Again my pen is broken
YOU ARE READING
Wounds of the Moon
PoetryIwish you days with sunrise and gentle breezes. I wish you smiles with no reason to be sad I wish you happiness which knows no end I wish you peace of mind even in my mind I wish you love that will never wilter like ours has I am here for you, alway...
