Untitled Grief Part-12 By Katherine Lightwood

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Untitled Grief Part-12

By Katherine Lightwood


 Like pins and needles, it pricked my soul,
I surrendered to it, but still, it burnt like coal.
Sorrowful was I, shakingly stitched up my heart,
But that grim sorrow drenched me, just wished I could depart.
But alas, this pain tied my heart and soul together,
I was being crushed but pretended as if it felt like a feather.

 But I wish, oh that lonely wish, just to be forlorn,
Where I can grieve about my dream, and quietly I can morn,
Where I wish I could mend my broken soul with the light of my sun,
Wish I could thrive in melancholy, and fix the wrongdoings that I've done. 
Then again I can sleep quietly in the warmth of the morning sun,
Wake up by the kiss of sweet moonlight and gleefully I could run.

 But that's just a wishful thinking, a tale of a lonely paradise. 
I wish that it could be true, where I could see that scarlet sunrise.
But then again, I am back in that dark clumsy realm of sorrow,
Where my happiness depends upon 'how will be my tomorrow'.
That's why I am a wanderer, I search for my forgotten gaiety,
But sometimes I get lost in the lonely songs and painful melodies.
So, that was my thought of the day. To see more posts like this make sure to visit our main page. And Do not forget to visit our institute's page to know more about graphic design, 3D, animation courses and other awesome stuff. Till then good day to you.

Katherine Lightwood


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