Troubled mind chasing night,
hoping to know the flow,
A flick of light could crush his might,
But pity, it won't let him go.
Those eyes of deep and naive turmoil,
Are blurred by tears of known,
Emptiness could slay his sight,
But hope won't bury its glow.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 2:01 AM UTC