a Moonlight's quill pens a poetry...?
of whispering cries
and realities of silent fears
flowing upon bridges
within a streaming melancholia
touching your cheek... loosing the glow
filling the void
with nothing but the pain of tears
shades of emotions
the feeling of nothingness
distorted struggling smiles
amidst the heaving burden...
an attempt so desperate
leaving you more in pain
like shattered glass
a silence broke free...
and a question emerges....
....who hears your cries echoing in the night?
Comments
thats awesome...you're great at poetry...
to answer your question...no one...
That poem I'd give 5 stars, but the Question at the end does not seem to fit the Poems format. You don't need to change it though! It just appears to be like not fitting in.
That's all I got to say. Great!
Who hears your cries echoing in the night? My solitude !!
the soul is still searching
releasing itself only through emotion
cries on the face pour as if raindrops
but....the moonlight is always
He knows.....He sees.....He hears.......
time relives the pains..
the Moonlight stares
not with a smile
but with a tear
same as mine....
the mouse underneath my bed
observant where it treads
slowly inching towards my bread
it hears my groans
and my wet dream moans
finally my snoring tones
the angel in the moon hears my cries...
You do...........