Sleepless night
a little grey too.
This nightsky above me,
the moon with it's ever enchanting beauty.
There stands one lonely soul,
reaching out towards this heavenly abode.
So far,so far.
Is it still possible to reach you?
Gloom hovers over me
even as I smile at thou.
I wonder if I can be free,
look at these shackles wounded on me.
I sigh even in the last of my breathes.
Is living really so hard?
I'm so exhausted.
Why am I merely existing?
Where are the fresh flowers bathed in sunlight,happy and carefree.
Why does everything surrounding me looks so wan, nearly dead and withering.
Having laid out my worries to the moon,
I couldn't see a single flower bloom.
Did the sun at the horizon got tired too?
When will my life's sun rise?
Will I wait for it until my demise?
What would it take,
to live,
a little more happily,
a little less sadly,
a little more hopefully?
why is this so sad and so beautiful at the same time πΌπΌπΌ
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