There’s a hopes grave amid my thoughts,
Sweeping leftover of the desires I kept aside,
And I wonder why there’s emptiness crawling,
Liebe, maybe Deathra doesn’t see the wounds
That kept resurfacing on defines of nothingness.
Once I shared my thoughts with a wise
He didn’t even blink a single emotion,
He said, “Actualize your thoughts, child.”
Tell me tonight, Liebe,
Didn’t we ever thought to write that story,
Which these personas I write could claim?
I’m done on the words more,
I await it sooner than I see it coming,
You stay inside the boundaries of fears,
I’m going to the unknown plains to collect
What I crave in this sickness gifted.
Liebe, why does darkness keep me alive,
Didn’t I betrayed its treaty with light?© sjwordsmith
A Sign | Poem