When the lights go out
I am afraid of myself,
my shadow stops walking aimlessly
and my friends become souls.
Stuck to a new thought,
I go through my awareness in hurry.
I don't want to be so slow,
therefore, I don't live such a life.
I didn't still got used to the dawn;
it's so captivating, full of future.
I didn't still got used to lose you.
And here's so dark;
more than the nightfall,
hard to live, I swear...
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An interesting poem. Our lives do seem dark even in the light of day when mourning the loss of a beloved. Thank goodness hearts CAN mend in time. A nicely written poem. From the heart.