the sunshine keeps blinding my half-opened eyes
this is an early morning after an unusual dream
i saw the wounds, the tears, the scars
and felt the endless pains
even my cry won’t help
the weight just pushes me
down, down, down…
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....
The Weight
the sunshine keeps blinding my half-opened eyes
this is an early morning after an unusual dream
i saw the wounds, the tears, the scars
and felt the endless pains
even my cry won’t help
the weight just pushes me
down, down, down…
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