By Inessa Berman
Trapped in my head with feelings to confess
With all of my thoughts swarming in my head
What in the world is this dark emptiness?
These are the feelings that I always dread.
Tears streaming down my face like heavy rain
Moon in the sky looks lonely as always
Salt water is still coursing through my veins
My sight is blurry like I’m in a haze
Yet, as I look out windows of my room,
And see so many puddles on the ground
A sense of comfort starts to grow and bloom
And there is a companion I have found.
And there in my room I do not feel blue
Because the sky is crying with me too.
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