Monday, August 18, 2014

untold

Somebody down the street plays,
Delilah don't you worry.
And how I wish, somebody say;
Its gonna be all right.

Escape was long gone option,
Convinced that its all for comfort,
I think of pain, grief and sorrow
of separation and distances.

And when finally when, to you;
The picture looks complete,
Things come uncalled for,
You whisper, Life you bitch.

Its midnight, chilly wind,
and scattered city lights;
You make patterns of them,
streaming your inner voices.

Rolling on the bed,
customary good nights untold;
Hope; They say, makes you see
the light, amid all darkness.


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