So we meet my heart again
A poem
A poem
A family chain is broken
and tomorrow starts without me.
I endure the sombre solitude of the day
and leave for you an afterglow,
a lone sheet of paper,
with no meaning, no words,
for in my mind, the black bird flies.
Those quiet birds in circled flight
feel no guilt in laughter,
and despite all of the tears
no one will cry.
Though the world is painted softly
in shades of pastel hues,
still, I sit alone beneath a willow
lost in dreams,
tired of singing
the same old song.