A song that never had a word,
A nest without a single bird,
A voice that never had a sound,
A straight line going round and round.
A moon that is as black as night,
Millions of stars in broad daylight,
A battlefield where flowers grew,
Scribbles that a grown up drew.
A photo in which they never smile,
A needle going half a mile,
Bedtime stories which never let you sleep,
Promises you will never keep.
A verse that will go on and on,
A battle that can be never won,
- All of this is impossible, you see
... and this alone, is reality.
YOU ARE READING
Calling you and other Poems
PoetryWe don't realize the worth of things - or people - until they are snatched away from us for ever. This is not just a collection of poems - it is the doorway to my soul. Come on in, and you might discover something about yourself as well.
