Everynight I cry
I shed innocent tears
Tears nobody sees
Only my wet pillar can bear witness
Each night I drown
My dry eyes drown
In a lake of my own tears
After feeding on my own fears
Hoping after it all my mind clears
Each day and mostly at night
I write poems
Poems with my tears
Beautifuly written down with pain
Pain they love to read on paper
They say I am the best writer
But I write best with my eyes blind with tears
Tears that flow from my pen
As I add more ink to the pen
More tears fall on paper
I write more letters
Letters nobody knows about
I write many words
Words nobody knows how to read
I write sentences
Sentences nobody understands
As down strikes
My prowess dies
A slow and booring death
Again I wait for another night
To be born again
In loneliness
But in company of my thoughts, pen and paper
YOU ARE READING
Wounds of the Moon
PoezjaIwish 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...
