time of loneliness
The tangled mess in my mind which indeed wasn't easy to sum up
It seemed a virtue vice, a deaf listener, a numb sensor and a mute speaker
But the dark load of the sky provided me the brightest relief
I did ask Myself 'why was it? '
She replied 'maybe you feel free in dark like you feel patience in pain. '
The weather which was horrible to others
But to people like me it was a chance...
A chance to untangle my soul
A chance to tranquil the Voilence inside me
A chance to bleed on paper
A chance for a deaf to hear, a blind to see, a numb to feel and a mute to speak
As if it was the time for me, the time of loneliness