Every single time I sing a song
I keep feeling I'm doing something wrong.
I hear whispers in the winds
I wish I had a pair of wings.
The curse of one night
The battles and the fights
The colours and the lights
The monsters and their bites.
I tried to fly too high
But yet I hit a new low.
There's nothing else to show
except a black little crow.
The violence in the air
Can't help but feel the fear.
Drowning in my sorrow
Feel like there's no tomorrow.
The thunder and the skies
The bloodlust and the cries
The darkness and my lies
The monsters and their bites.
Countless restless nights
spent hiding behind the door.
Safety is a myth
And protection is a lore.
YOU ARE READING
Zenith
PoetryA collection of short poems written by me...!!!! Cover credit: @snsjude
