
This world ends in various seasons
Our heart seldom break without reasons
And the cloud is so soft, that it rains tears
Right into a bucket above my head
Where it’s filled with sand and sea
While my attitude is a longitude of the sky
Yet my heart is a heavy metal
Meant, to be carried everyday
I wish it was as soft as clouds and sands
But all these emotions it carries, shadow its functions
And my bones crack with each move;
Can there be somewhere in me left unattended
With particles that freely flow and glow
And where everywhere I turn to, are places I know
I want to forget what I’ve seen on that night
And of all the places I’ve been to
Locked, within an amorous embrace
Where we rested, hidden from all sight
While above my head, sand and sea
With all these creatures swimming all free
And that’s when I’ve finally closed my eyes
That I became the water above my head
For I had remembered why my heart was broken;
Why my heart was soaked wet and heavy
And thus, I became the vastest of all oceans —
Hosting the creatures of my own mind.
Ⓒ Eiravel 2020
I don’t know, I just wanted to write and share a poem on my blog. I miss writing things since I’ve been busy trying to set up this new website, and doing all the rest.