I see
Life is an open book
Pages shattered
As the sun smiles
Grinning upon me
As early as the morning dew
Like the first thing the rooster flew.
It is simple as ABCD
No! Just write freely
When the light becomes heavy
And my visions are blurry
I write with my own
With a heart of stone
Like eating a chewy bone
Gulp! Everything is gone.
See!
This is my poem
I write and read alone
Inside my prison room
In my mansion called home.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
I see
Life is an open book
Pages shattered
As the sun smiles
Grinning upon me
As early as the morning dew
Like the first thing the rooster flew.
It is simple as ABCD
No! Just write freely
When the light becomes heavy
And my visions are blurry
I write with my own
With a heart of stone
Like eating a chewy bone
Gulp! Everything is gone.
See!
This is my poem
I write and read alone
Inside my prison room
In my mansion called home.
