Sometimes I sit near the dark corner,
And watch my silver tears drip down and further,
The only voices that I hear,
Are of my mind, whispering to me, in fear,
I see a funeral in my head,
Breathless and dead, my hopes are led to a hollow grave bed,
My dreams and hopes fly up and away in the sky,
What whimpering of a mess am I,
"When will all of this be over"
Till I could freely dance under the cold rain shower,
My soul is week but my skeletons are strong,
I might be broken but these bones have held me for so long,
This darkness will keep haunting me from pole to pole,
But years shall pass till I find peace in my skeletons and soul,
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Sometimes there are stuff that are unexplainable while there are somethings that have millions of way that it can be easily answered.
To me this is the thing that I find it hard to grasp »
"Crying soothes the storms that comes in our way,
But what makes these frightening thoughts go away?"
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Wingless Dreams
Poésie|A poetry book | #1 in poemcollection _________________________________________________________________ "WHEN dreams don't ride the chariot to your wonderland, When hope tastes bland, And your tears start flowing like endless water streams, All y...
