A head ringing
under a moonlight blinding
with a sun waiting
for its call to peek.
Waiting for the resting in rubble,
the grieving in gallows
and the ones too gone
to end tonight but alone.
The curtains of the night
sweep them away
leaving them stray in a thought
that how many times must the night
take all but my life and leave me to rot.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC
A head ringing
under a moonlight blinding
with a sun waiting
for its call to peek.
Waiting for the resting in rubble,
the grieving in gallows
and the ones too gone
to end tonight but alone.
The curtains of the night
sweep them away
leaving them stray in a thought
that how many times must the night
take all but my life and leave me to rot.
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