Morning is darkness
Evening will be scary
Afternoon cannot be imagined
Night, please don't take part
Tears are uncountable
every second is a prayer
Should I stop on this spot I stand?
I only ask for changing
in every dark night I bend my knees
I ask myself
where should I go for peace?
when can I get a kiss?
sun like a dead
no light, no warmth
here is cold
I go to find out protection
but, hey!!
no one cares
I'm alone
here is far away
I'm like stranger
suddenly, somebody screams:
Come to me!
Go home!
I miss you!
I think to myself
whose voice is it?
after long long thinking
then I admit I surrender
I shout:
I will
I will
About Me
- isabel
- I'm just an ordinary person but i have my own way to represent how I feel by writing. It is not a hard way to do. It's just like you tell anything to someone. Even though nobody hears at you but still you can give all you need to tell and may be you can also share with people then they can look at your life, how you live and face this world. For me making people as good as what I have, what I do and how I do it is blessing and joy.
4 comments:
hey,, there's odd on your story..
who's screams " go home.."
hey.. there's odd on your story..
who's screams " go home.."..?
hey.. there's odd on your story..
who's screams " go home.."..?
Wow, I was pretty impressed Vin... great poem it is!
I think you should write more poems. I could just imagine your expression while you're reading them. Ha ha ... :D
Anyways, I hope it wasn't God's voice you were saying by 'whose' :P J/K
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