I'm always afraid when the sun goes down.
I can't take any more sleepless nights.
I'm thirsty for life yet too tired to move,
or maybe it scares me what life can do.
And as it's getting darker in my room,
the weaker I feel.
I'm stuck, I can't move.
The fear's the winner.
But sun comes up again,
and it's brighter than ever.
Maybe this night,
things will be better.
YOU ARE READING
Lonely Words
PoetryBeauty lies in you and it's sad that you are not aware of it.. Cause we are all pieces of art made for exactly one reason. You can only know the reason when you look deep inside your heart.
