Restless
In the mist of the night
I'm standing still
constant quietness surrounding me
caressing my senses calmly
I can feel it
rising deep inside of me
this feeling of being restless
looking at the starry sky
wishing I could melt into the darkness
Where can I find my solitude ?
I'm homeless
my heart cries silently
I close my eyes and listen
The night whispers
shooting words to me
I can feel the coldness on my skin
untamed wind
making music with the trees
shadows dancing all around me
I let out a deep sigh
I'm restless
Where should I go, what should I do ?
I'm standing still
constant quietness surrounding me
caressing my senses calmly
I can feel it
rising deep inside of me
this feeling of being restless
looking at the starry sky
wishing I could melt into the darkness
Where can I find my solitude ?
I'm homeless
my heart cries silently
I close my eyes and listen
The night whispers
shooting words to me
I can feel the coldness on my skin
untamed wind
making music with the trees
shadows dancing all around me
I let out a deep sigh
I'm restless
Where should I go, what should I do ?
Read some of your blog and your poems are emotionally visible, something I haven't seen in a long time. It reminds me a lot of writing my own poetry when I was in college... I fell in love with it and found that, sometimes it feels good to express yourself through poetry, kind of like a therapy. I dunno if that how you feel after each poem, but I imagine it to be a freeing experience.
ReplyDeleteWhatever you do, keep writing. This is genuine poetry from the pumping, bleeding heart, and too many people lose the ability to express poetry like this. I'll be checking in...
Thank you so much, such encouraging words ! And yes, writing is a freeing experience for me.
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