When the pen could no longer
Scribble how I am feeling…
When I could no longer find
how to paint my mind…
When my voice
I could no longer hear…
Where will I go from here…
©️Himawari no Yakusoku🌻
When the pen could no longer
Scribble how I am feeling…
When I could no longer find
how to paint my mind…
When my voice
I could no longer hear…
Where will I go from here…
©️Himawari no Yakusoku🌻
A Crying Soul
Not a poet at all…
just putting in words
the bewailing of my soul
No fascinating verses or prose
just echoes of every teardrops
mists of life’s blows…
I am no poet at all
Just a wretched heart
ravaged and consumed
crying in unending rain
walking through my storms …
©️Manuelle Augustine, 2015