27/01/2022

This poem talks about the grievences people have.

Gray eyes twitching,

Twitching to somber mellow tunes,

The tongue has said what the heart feels,

Feels as though never came July.

Barricading this vessel of life,

Happened to pry out with a small knife,

Or maybe just a simple tap,

Tap, tap, tap on my window pane.

They laughed, it rained,

Had it rained sooner, would they have grieved?

Grieved until the end of the start,

Tis' the truest moral of life.

Forsaken all what was left of then,

Had they not, would the sky have been a mirror still?

Reflecting, bits of trees and forlorn land,

And the solemn hearts of men.

Could it be the land still cries?

In all the beauty that is shows,

Had it not cried would rain exist,

Or would flowers cease to leave?

Ceased to live like it had never been born.

~Ramsha

Author's Note

Hope you like it.

Reviews

[Kim S.]

Could it be the land still cries?
In all the beauty that is shows,
Had it not cried would rain exist,
Or would flowers cease to leave?

WOW!!! Amazing write, I love this part so much.
I love the imagery