Sometimes I feel so sad
burdened with the invisible
crying between heavy sighs
breaking under pain of a misty loss.

I'm alone in those times
under a sky of long past
in a place where moments gather dust
with faces I pine to see again.

Envelopes me a darkness
as thick as the feather of raven
stifling suffocating all I have
making what I lost on the way
golden treasures.

Sometimes I feel so sad
weighed like a blade of grass beneath brick
crying upon this passage a while
rowing rivers into the sea.

My head is a paper weight again
Anchoring my pen
I can't write anymore
My poems now folklore
Though no one remembers them

There was a time when words cluttered my mind
Now, they're hard to find
I never know what to say
Besides, words hold no sway when others mold them like clay
and then toss them away
It seems like a waste of time

I keep it all now
I eat it and breathe it
I've been forced to believe it
So I just shut myself down
Although I still walk around