what came next
was expected least
your name flashed before my eyes
the voice still ringing inside my ears
i am acting as if it's been unseen
while my face betrays our messy dreams
tears fall inside this colded heart
as to look up and feel this pain
to wanting to scream but shutting it in
to craving to cry but hiding my face
only to look up to this heavily rain
as if it were commanded
to strike down every opponent
to break through every chain
there were the sun was shining all day
in a second it twisted its way
in this very moment
i am not being able to hold myself
from having the impossible thought
of this dramatic weather being attached to my dead heart
silently i whisper your name
like an echo of the delayed brain
while being neglected on this very ground
while being drowned by your bear hands
fall onto my skin
drip onto my heart
which has been ripped off many more than it could bare
and somehow this all feels more than my reality
like a stage coordinated by our memoires
likea play roled with the most conspicuous tendencies
where i wear out the slave
and you the boldest king
where i am the dust
being washed away by this heavily rain
that fell under your command
and decided to cleanse its way
YOU ARE READING
a loop of limitless colors and infinite freedom
PoetryThis book is a collection of my own poetry. It describes love, hate, passion, compassion and obsession. It is fictional and not recommended for reading after traumatic changes in life. This is however, my deep down inner world and I have been told m...
