When you have
Too many sadness
And you are
Just torn
Torn and beaten
In choosing
Which one
Of them all
Should you offer
Your tears first.
Looking
Staring at nothingness
For a long time
Gripping
Grasping for a breath
Not knowing
Where to get
That glowing
Passionate fire
Again.
The nights
Feel long
The days
Are warm
Yet the heart
Agitated, restless
And hopeless
Loneliness, grief
Eaten
Crumbles, stricken.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 9:54 AM UTC
When you have
Too many sadness
And you are
Just torn
Torn and beaten
In choosing
Which one
Of them all
Should you offer
Your tears first.
Looking
Staring at nothingness
For a long time
Gripping
Grasping for a breath
Not knowing
Where to get
That glowing
Passionate fire
Again.
The nights
Feel long
The days
Are warm
Yet the heart
Agitated, restless
And hopeless
Loneliness, grief
Eaten
Crumbles, stricken.
There are days of utter loneliness.
