Sitting alone atop the hill
Gazing below to see the mill
The skies above, argentum blue
This heart of mine, bleed of same hue.
Reminiscing the bitter past
Asking myself, why love can't last?
Blabbering, uttering, words some comes shout
This tormenting pain, when will get out?!
Flowers in bloom, birds on the flight,
Sun's golden rays reflects a sight
While this broken heart cannot decide,
Accept defeat or go on and fight.
So here I am alone in melancholy,
Driving myself in frenzy soliloquy,
Wishing some replies to my query,
Or a miracle to brush off my agony.
©poet_drey
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