Gloom surround us With whorls of silence Waiting to envelope us In this depressive fall The silence that bonded us Is still not broken Not broken yet The sounds of this haunting silence Buzzes our ears Waking us from our dread And this unexpected slumber These rings of silence Long forgotten In our lost words…
I am still the same rose that grows by your side, and still the same drop of tear that flows from your very eyes, but you have found the orchids to make up your days, and pasted the fake happiness on your gloomy face. I am the same sun that wakes you everyday, and still…
Was lost in someone else’s world Wading through those dreary doldrums Yet you always held my hand Your heart never forgot my essence. Picture taken in 2018, please travel responsibly and safely.Caption taken from my poem “11 years of love ordeal”