Miniscule Poem by Liyo Denorte

there's this moment
of sullen darkness
black leaves
against black skies,
black tears from black eyes.
there's this coldness
that seep through me
of dead longing
such of a once lush
withered tree.

and there goes your presence
traveling through a distance
carrying with you
the drops of rain
that drowns my heart.
how could i be in anguished?
how could i be in chain?
how could i be coated with hope
from endless mires?

you step along on a wet pavement.
murky waters splashed by your heavy soles.
have you ever feel me melting?
have you ever feel me dying?
then, the river of yearning
that hopes
that wishes
to intertwine us together
keep flowing,
and never again
be silenced by a hush.

and by that moment
i seep myself unto the ground.
let all that bleeds within me
be absorbed by the harsh land.
it was in that instance,
in that very moment.
when you think of me
as if,
im just a grain of sand.