The Night Owl
The sun reluctantly forced to rest; the gloomy dusk ensue
The shadows of the dark roam and pry
In search of lost souls that is in disguise
The night owl cries in silent sorrow
Timeless dreams of good and evil wanders
The restless mind is what they’re after
Consumed one’s blissful rest or carry away one’s woes
The night owl cries in silent sorrow
The murky bloated clouds of the night
Blanket this forlorn world with dreary fog
Mesmerized the spirit leading them away from the light
The night owl cries in silent sorrow
The crisp wind play tunes of melancholy
A mourning of pain in this unanimated flight
Penetrate the soul, making one’s feeling of despairs
The night owl cries in silent sorrow
A curse stray in the duskiness’ spell like a smell of death from hell
Wakes up the owls to the grave of soulless thirst
Yearning for beings of demise before the wake of dawn
The night owl cries in silent sorrow
The howling of a wolf under the moonless sky
Moaning for its partner lying upon the lifeless ground
As the cold darkness breathes out agony in the air
The night owl cries in silent sorrow
When night like this put the world in a hypnotized state
The midnight owls are out scavenging of being’s last breath
Soaring high and low through the echo of the gloom
The night owl cries in silent sorrow
Destiny is a mystery as fate follows your path of reality
The uncertainty of life is a puzzle of its own
Bring out your perpetual light to moment in sight
Before you hear the night owls cries in silent sorrow
Copyright © Thea Chhor | Year Posted 2014
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