It's real, the scars on your soul
The year stains on you shirt that you
Hide from people so they may not see
You at your vulnerable,
It's real, when you hold on to everything just so you won't give up on yourself,
It did you give up already ?
Because you got tired fighting
To keep what belonged to you
Or did it ever ?
you wouldn't let another
Take it from you so quick as it came
Perhaps it was an affair of the night
Where you make the promises of the worlds
But fear the transparency in the eyes
Of the one who once was unsullied
Then corrupted by the nightmares of
The storms combined.
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.
