As the rains drizzle on a summer evening,
the calmness hits a tiresome day,
but sooner than later electricity runs away,
leaving me in the darkness of the night,
with my own cage of thought,
ready to wonder all over the place.
The darkness grows into fear,
wishing to yell to be heard by one,
just once someone knows the thoughts killing me.
But all I could do is whisperer down the words of my throat,
assuming it never reached my heart in the first place.
Drinking a dark black coffee to quench the thirst of the darkness.
Just another set of words begging to get surfaced,
but never sees the light.
We say there is light at the end of the tunnel,
and here I’m all exhausted to travel even an inch anymore.
All I could do is pen these emotions on a page,
so later get appreciated from the strangers from the other side of the world.
Yes, I am scared of the darkness,
not of the world,
but of the soul which stays inside the souls.
Love ~ αm