The Dew of a fresh light of the day on my eyes,and the tears reflect back my to last Night,
A Minute of silence to the Unfortunate,Unforgettable, taunting Memories,
Then the vigorous nuisance of burried people in casket of my head kicks off,
What do you call the feeling of Wanting To cry but forcing a Smile?
-No,don't tell me "Fake",
What do you call the river trapped within your faulty eyes drowning your Heart Inly?
-well,It's Just a salty Lake,
What Do you call the condition of your Mouth dumb Shut but your eyes talks in water droplets mixed in Flakes of Emotions?
-Silent Notions
What do you call the people that have no idea about the pains in your Head but still give suggestions?
Don't say you don't feel the dense of chills on your skin as Tears drop down my cheek,
All along Just look at me and call me what You want, The last one called me Mad
But I'm just a Grieving lad whom lost his way to his Grave. I need help
©️Sani Dagona.✍
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