They say life is a ride
Wherein many come to guide
Now I know I'd be rued by the tide
Because souls are overflowing with pride
You tossed me in the highest sky
But you buried me in the deepest doom
I don't know how to erase each pieces of gloom
If every detail in our past was filled with bloom
The dusk is filled with chilly regrets
How can the sense of touch forget
If in the storm you were my frigate
Never thought would end up a wreckage
How would I start my morning
If you're the music I wanna sing
How would I rest my evening
If the memory is deafening
I know there will come a someday
I will just place my trust to "come what may"
If there are Mondays so does Sunday
The grief in the soul will soon fade away.
YOU ARE READING
The Rhythms Inside
PoetryWe all share hurts and pains but we haven't taken any action yet. So that's why the author created this to somehow cry with you in all your griefs. I don't know what to say anymore. Enjoy :)
