Sometimes I speak to the wind
My breath opposed direction
The sounds in waves I send
A special conversation
Between an old friend
The boy that I was
And the weathered man I man
Sometimes I scream into the abyss
To share the moment of emptiness
To vast pits bottomless
Dusty black tar choking kiss
The sirens screams ricochet
Time is the distance
Intervening love and hate
Sometimes I cry in the rain
So, no one can tell
Match the strom with pain
My eyes begin to swell
I feel the ache in my bones
All my tears fell
And no one will ever know.
©nirajbaral
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