Part One
I walk alone at night
While the icy breeze wraps around me;
My breath turns into fog
Then blend into the atmosphere;
The snow crunch beneath my feet.
Your voice appears in the midst of the darkness
And continuously ring in my ears.
Part Two
I hate it
When it's
Dark and silent
At night
And no one's
Around to whisper
A single word.
Because that's
When most
Pieces of the puzzle
Show up missing
And every tear
I tried to
Hold onto
Just finds
A way out.
YOU ARE READING
Hurt, Pain, Regrets
Poetrywhy do we endure such pain, in such little time? {my rant of poems}
