The darkness in me
is as vacant as I am...
Time flies.
With every blink another year...
Driving on a dirt road,
the sun, a brazen signal...
Empty are the roads on the map
all the walks have been made in vain...
You held a basket of yellow lemons
fresh and bright...
they won't ask if you're not presenting
a closed art gallery...
Chills tapped on his spine
as the street light flickered...
Wondering if my words are ever coming back...
relishing the day when I can put more than a...
Icy jars contain
feathery whispers within...
I was carried away
with a flush of emotions...
The sky smothers me with showers of cold
but I grin as though, I am soaked in gold...
Quieten your mind
Silence your voice...