A night full of terror, i peek out of the window. The sky is clear. The moon is shining bright and surrounded by countless stars. It looks like it is telling stories to them probably about me. It used to listen to my endless stories, adventures, rants, feelings and so much more every night. It used to be my best friend.Would always listen and never said a word. Every night it would tell me, " I am here with you all the time." It still is, with me, every night, looking at me with such empty eyes that I will say something atleast a word. But the silence has engulfed me for a decade now and words are now strangers to me. I look at it every night hoping it will leave just like everyone, will get tired of my long lasting silence and blank face but it never did. It stays. I wish you would too.
YOU ARE READING
Sinking Alphabets
PoetryAnd I picked up my quill and let my thoughts and feelings dive deep in the ocean of poetry. ~All rights are reserved.
