Black ink
On white lines.
A light soul,
So dark,
So blind.
It's mine.
Stained my hate,
And sorrow
And fear.
Living troubled lives
For months
For years.
As this stories have come to an end.
We thanks the forgotten.
They bold,
And the sadness back then.
Darkness stains this pure soul l.
As in ink to a page.
Leaving behind the weak,
And afraid.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Blurry Lights
PuisiIf all you felt was sadness what would the world be. This is why we write poetry. ©All Rights Reserved Mature Content
