While the earth stop turning
A silent smile no longer whisper trough the cry that night
A tranquil noise which flows upon ripple fear
Last poet losing words on those deserts thought
All that called the light, they are empty!
I lock my mind and buried it in the depths of myself
Why do I kill that growing thing?
I wonder my instinct grudges against a sound said conscience
Thy pretend to be ironic yet envy
Where Thou are true, My Lord?
That unseen in my ruins of heart
A Captain in my lasting ship
Deaf, blind and Waiting ….
Life is the parody scene
laugh upon hurt that grow
why wouldn’t we enjoy the show?
Thank you again @ Hyde Park Poetry for the award. I do honored, hope my words could awaken world