Geplaatst - Sometimes the sky is crying
together with the wind, so loud.
Black holes surround you,
above you is the darkest cloud.
The darkness seems to eat you,
till nothing else is left than fear.
You want to scream your lungs out,
but no one seems to hear.
In those times of loneliness,
just focus on believe.
And hope will find his way down,
and arrange some relieve.
- Zelf niet zo tevreden over de laatste twee regels.
Mooi gedicht hoor voor de rest!
Ga er van blozen.