Lying in silence
There’s no sound but the crying souls
Old pictures covered by bloods
Old memories stocked in my mind
Everyday is a nightmare
I kept the happiest memories I ever have
This place is a paradise
But the paradise I called before is just like a paper that being crumpled and throw in the trash
I see how it turned into ashes
I did nothing but to watch how it fade away carried by the blown of wind
I cried this my world my life and my everything the place where my dreams formed
I can’t leave this but it’s my time I’m tired I need to rest
Goodbye my haunted house I’m happy to die together with you

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