Monday, November 30, 2020

Shriek

As the wind blows

So does my soul

Fly away without directions

Cutting through all ties

On midsummer heat

The cold heart shriek

Gasping for warmth

Of the calmness in your arms.


As the rain pours

So does my tears

The pain stabbing and piercing in a constant tempo

Leaving the suffocation chocking my lungs

Without voice, without tears.


-Azuhanis,2020-