Love, these days were so dark
Frequently rain kissed the ground
This is the moment when mellow tries to embark
Right after the thunder shouts, echoing its mighty sound
Love, these days I sink into numbness
Blank pages haunt my enthusiasm
Chasing days without any sense, am I getting dumb?
Or is it just reality which tried to sabotage the poet's paradigm?
Love, these days I sit behind the rain
My mind was occupied but remaining behind a closed curtain
I forget how to start, hypnotized by haze
Insight in custody, I trapped within this phase
Special thank's to Debbie Guzzi :D