Whenever I feel blue I look up to the sky,
I Speculate the whereabouts of the nimbus cloud,
And take guesses when it would cry—
When would the thunder sound.
Loud and clear I can hear the thunder roaring.
Finally, there's something that could muffle my wails,
Something that would cry together with me as the rain avails.
Unintentionally, my dreams have stopped soaring.
What comfort me now are the soft songs.
I wonder if they could give light amidst the darkness,
Lift me up from the depths of this hopelessness,
And save me from the place where despair belongs.
YOU ARE READING
Songs Of A Brokenhearted Soul
PoetryAmidst the darkness, pain, intense emotions and the stirring feelings of fears, doubts, fervid desires and love. A writer was able to write confessions, tales and stories through songs and with the help of his heartbroken soul. #1stplaceineyecatchin...