When the World Sleeps

sweet agony

Clock ticking, the silence gets louder

with no company, it feels harder

Nothing can explicitly decipher,

no one would sanely deliver

from my shackled core; debilitated

the secrecy turning me deflated

My ego can be hated,

if everybody heeded

To my luck it's still a locked mystery,

to my misfortune I own it helplessly

How long? how far? What's really meant to be?

Signs could kill, they sometimes deceive me

or maybe I'm too scared to stay

and feeble for love to lead the way

Author's Note

that's just pretty personal.

Reviews

[Knightingale]

I love the masterful use of language in this piece. The frustration and emotional latency bleeds out with every word. Well crafted, keep it up.