Hiding under the study table,
Clutching my fingers into a fist,
Closing my eyes really tight,
Repeatedly saying to myself,
"It will be fine soon."
"Things will be changed soon."
Hoping i will open my eyes
In a parallel world where
There will be lullaby instead of screams,
Bright daylight instead of gloomy night,
Rainbow instead of thunderstorm,
Smiles instead of tears,
Love instead of hate,
Exceeding Peace instead of throbbing pain,
Roses instead of thorns,
But nothing happened,
Nothing,
I opened my eyes in the same hell.
YOU ARE READING
Sinking Alphabets
PoetryAnd I picked up my quill and let my thoughts and feelings dive deep in the ocean of poetry. ~All rights are reserved.
