I sing a song,
I'm filled with sadness,
The skies are mimicking
My sullen mood.
I've lost all
But an ounce of gladness,
And I'm doing my best
Not to brood.
Misty droplets
Moistening my face:
Rain has never
Felt so good.
My quiet voice
Echoes only silence
As in the rain,
Alone, I stood.
A silent streak
Runs down my cheek;
I guess the clouds
Can feel it, too...
My tears are falling
From high above
As silently,
I think of you...
YOU ARE READING
The Darkness Within: Vol. 3
PoetryA collection of poems and rants from the first notebook I made after my phone got taken away. There's quite a bit of stuff in here, so yeah. Personal stuff. Public stuff. It's basically just my life in poetry. Anywho, enjoy~~!
