What happens,
at night when everyone’s asleep
and you feel so, so alone?

Where any poetic words written
seem to echo the reality
of being unread or heard?

What happens at night,
when heart aches with despair,
as  ships of dreams
seem to have sailed without you?

Where do you put the many tears
when tissue box is empty
and heart, feeling lost still hurts?

What happens,
when even stars and moon hide
from view to make one feel
their existence matters little?

Where do you go,
when you feel like heart
is closed to loving self
and Tsunami sadness wave envelops you?

You quietly go in breath
waiting for the morning sun
where...
things may look better.