Disappointments!

To the whispering voices of death,

invading us before sleep,

and never leaving..

To the dreams, 

another ugly face of death,

waiting for people, ironically, 

to close their eyes; 

but who is not afraid of the dark? 

To the words that never came out,

to the mirrors that  never told us we are pretty,

to the girls that never loved us back.. 

To the two AMs every night, 

like a postman in a very far village, 

always showing up, 

with bad news,

To those who were less lucky, 

so, they decided to stay!