The Lighthouse of My Life
Sometimes
On the darkest of nights
When the rumbling sound
Of unknown fears
Crawl in through the walls of
My half broken mind,
I look out.
Wreckage lies
Afloat on stagnant dreams
And the stench of pain
Clogs my senses :
Till you reach out.
You draw me into your warm space
Like a lighthouse on a cursed night.
Beautiful
Simply superbπππ
Thanks ao much π
It’s like lucid thought on paper, heard of lucid dreaming,but poems make me visualise. As usual. Jaya beautiful.
Beautiful Jaya.
Thanks so much..
So beautiful ππ
So beautiful, maβam. π
βLike a lighthouse on a cursed nightβ is such a powerful expression.
Thanks so much Moonmoon π
Beautiful
Thanks so much
What a beautiful poem.
You create magic with your words! Just wow!!!!πππ