the filtered day draws to a close,
and the mind goes into a tailspin morose
a deep sorrow veiled behind a smiling face,
wishing for better times, as the heart slows in pace
moments of despair follow moments of pain,
a memory of happiness is all that remains
a silent prayer in the middle of the night,
to bring back from the shadows, the source of light
a worn down spirit passes into effortless sleep,
with thoughts of tomorrow's promises to keep
a new day begins to dawn once more,
with hazy eyes staring at the empty floor
Well written. Nice rhyme. But why so sad? That poem made my heart ache for the guy who wrote it :'(
ReplyDeletethanks vasu.. i am not sad and all :) just a poem
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