A silent poem


Reasons to leave

And now, mistakes begin to haunt
The lingering essence of life,
For getting up becomes a daily fight,
And love a distant memory of love.

Listen to the silence that gathers
Your tears hitting the dusty ground,
And hope for a new sound
As our hearts, begin to part ways.

The echoes of war erupt inside,
A struggle between thoughts
Silent sirens drafting the past
And none can dream of beauty.

Hmm, the end starts begging
For leftovers, breadcrumbs of joy
But nobody answers;
The mess hall is empty,
Music still playing,
And poems slowly become
Plain empty words.   

Comentarii

Postări populare de pe acest blog

Maturitate

EGO