Day: January 8, 2016

Fiction, Writing

Grant My Wish

Quite unlike the calm sky, Console the turbulence within I try Mornings after, crumpled bedsheets Waking up to your smiles, Darkenss eating into my soul, Void expanding akin a black hole. Vastness of emptiness, cavernous heart, Unending desires jumping into fires. Ashes of yesterday crowding my sight Harsh sunlight hurting much more. For tomorrows noone …