They've clipped my wings
Perhaps forever
Hope shines within that fierce flame
My lonely candle tenants
On that poet's frame
The storm eases my overcrowded mind
Raindrops slide down my window
Naturally its blinds are wide open
A peak hole into desperation
That brings pure beauty into life
I devour the romantic smell of paper
As well as every blissful scenario in my head
Until I loose my appetite
A glance into another protagonist's life
Isn't enough comfort for my heart
These sorrowful monologues entangle
Dampish earth slips through my inked fingers
I grip onto this very moment
With zero intention of releasing
My face left in full exposure
Soaked by the teardrop stains on my notebook
My mind is blank
The chirps of the birds
Varnish my blood
Leaving crumps of my first and last meal
On this everlasting pathway
Foolishly undecipherable