From The Poet's Thoughts

When the moon hide behind the cloud
and the stars no longer spark any hope
we'll drown deeper in our own doubt
and let loose something we can't cope

If one day the sun split apart
and death rains its curse on us
sit down and ask your heart
do we want this to be like the first?

fallen yesterdays' leaves sometimes do rest
on dark soil outside our reclusive cage
even if we did gave our best
can we really defy the will of old age?


i know it burns in our soul
and destiny can't be blame forever
you and me, its just a story as old
as our eyes that lock in desperate shiver

each fairytale must come to an end
if we are to follow the harsh reality
goodbye seems to be the most content
with the ending comes the true epiphany


mood : testing my poem skills. :)