The curtains closed,
As the wind blew in.
The silence was so loud,
I could hear the drop of a pin.
My mind screeched,
My eyes bled,
The piercing thoughts struck my head.
A day, a week, a month and years,
I called myself many names
I dropped many tears.
Then as the lights swam past,
And my bones started to rust,
The blood all dry in my veins,
I try to breath, every time it rains.
But I knew there is a God above,
He showed the ways of love.
The way is curled, the street and the lane,
The way that I curved,
On a paper with a pen.
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