Poised Night

Giving thoughts the spaces the need

Two Am, Hands of Clock

Poise of hollow night

I have sentences on

I have always wondered

Will i see the stars again

tomorrow or,

Will i explode, ten times

like the famous mount vasvius

Will someone cry on my passing

Shed a tear or laugh, on my gifts

Remember me like a wineglass,

Abondon me - as drops on grass

Night makes me weak & I,

Don't believe, Its a disguise, yet

I have notes unanswered

I look to the sky for answers

Never the celestial bodies, ring of saturn

Dipping moon or the rising stars,

To held my hopes, my scars

They don't faith me on my notes

I still am alone on my fight

Five am,tilted clock hands

And the same poise hollow night