Void. Simply empty
I am like the loudest vase
Loud, because of the emptiness that filled it
It pours, streaming down to it's base
Loud, because my silent echoes, "Help"
In my eyes the cloud do not move
A huge dusty room
I still can't leave a trace if I were to pass through
This might be the life I have to live to the end
Exhale - the secret that lies behind a newborn baby's crying jags
Perhaps I filled my system with poisonous gas
It made my sleepless night count all the stars
As I strain myself drawing an ugly blank
The lines so heavy that the paper sank
But I am trying to learn how to live
To live in every breath
As Opportunity and Purpose floats in it
I could rekindle the broken link
With the Maker of Everything
This can be my story that I happily narrate to the end
Only if I don't tell it with my breath held
- Author: Abu Aeesh ( Offline)
- Published: November 7th, 2016 14:12
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 10
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