He believes in the folklore
To hide from the demons of his reality,
For he's cold, just like the ice
With walls hard like the diamond
And dark like a granite
Not knowing that the ice will melt
In the heat of his fire, for he's pyro
Burning and blinded by his own light
Succumbing to his own misery
Keeping the hard exterior
Burying the ashes of his expectations
YOU ARE READING
Silent Cries Of The Night
PoetryIt's a collection of few poems that I've written . The story book cover picture I took from Pinterest. Readers are welcome to share their thoughts and ideas.
