I walk the earth when darkness settles in
I roam the vast plane when coldness
hungs in the air
I pass through deserted and quiet streets
I am born when the sun dies
I swim through the darkest and deepest
oceans
I take shelter under the cold and harsh rain
I feed on depression and loneliness
I am the howling wind from the east
I am the cold and creaking stairs
I am the harsh slapping of ocean waves
on the rocks
I spread my wings towards the black horizon
and fly over restless souls
I live inside every forgotton books and
thrive on torn pages
I am the witness to every tear shed
and break every breaking heart...
You are a writer! That is so cool! I wish I could wrtie...never been much good at it :) But I like to read what others create. So that makes me a reader I guess :)
ReplyDeleteIt is fun to hear about life across the world so I will enjoy seeing what you post from there!
hi libbie!
ReplyDeletethanks a lot! ohh..u are a writer all right, how else could you have set up your blog account? hehe I will try to make my writings enjoyable for u to read :)