On a day of clear blue sky
I found myself wanting to cry
But my eyes remained dry
crying is a thing I was afraid to try
Tears are like rain
falling because of pain
If I cry now,
would anyone care somehow?
Not even the sun nor the sky,
would mourn if I die.
These feelings that I kept
will be the only thing left.
YOU ARE READING
A Graveyard Of Words
PoetryA poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords
