The boy on the roof
When the moon is on it's peak
there's a boy with a wandering soul
often seen sitting on the roof
staring blankly at the sky.
He's a day dreamer
but at night, he's an overthinker
He spend his night thinking
when he should be sleeping.
He's a boy seeking for a place
a place where silence is still
a place where there's no battle for his soul
a place where he could calm his storm.
A raging storm stirring his peace
a storm brewing present in his eyes
with a whirlpool of unshed tears
blurring his sight in the clear night sky.
He constantly pitying, blaming
beating himself
for things he can't control
and never could.
I just want him to know
that the storm he constantly fighting
won't calm
not till he calm himself.
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indeed, far too often
it all begins from within
this is such a lovely message, of prevailing
to overcome our own, self-defeating
mindsets..
thanks for sharing!
Wow I felt this! Self-war and chaos in the mind. I love the images you painted and the way you expressed this feeling. The world is corrupt and full of hate but we must pave a way for light to begin to shine! 💖
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