Every day and every
night
thinking about one
thing that can’t be
separated from this
mind
don’t know yet the
reason behind this
craving hard to
describe
tongue speaks less
while heart roars
occasionally all the
time
hope is still young,
but faith is running
wild and blind
conscious
is breaking down
into pieces swallowed
by the darkness
already hidden
inside.
Sometimes it’s hard to express the inner self and maybe that’s why our eyes tend to observe whatever comes before the sight.
poetry 