The Storm

A heavy cloud’s silence is shattered
Through every lightning shrilly blast,
Tormented memories are scattered
Like night’s haunting songs from the past.

This time flight of questions and strong fears
Is trimming my hopes’ flimsy wings.
While a last evening smile disappears
I’m certain about what it brings:

Dark nights ever scratching inside eyes
Like bones screeching under the knife,
With stars hiding far from the blind skies,
A long, tedious, dull feelings strife.

And if I abandon my old dreams
Refusing to taste bitter dew,
Ignited by lost love that still gleams
Tears grow within torches of rue.


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