Changing the radio’s frequency
The wave in shift, the sound in grief
The melody seems to be drifting away
Nostalgic, melodramatic, melancholic
Blinking the tired mirror of my face
Cheeks dripping wet, rain gushing forth
Endless, timeless, uncertain
Curled up like a babyLocking all the senses
No! Away with the light!
See nothing but the blank sun
The cold box that awaits me
Owns the ticket to a dream
An abstract hue, a pensive stone
There the script of birth and the last of my own
Melancholy silently breathe on me
But death owns me
*i did this poem out of sudden grief. The title expressed how i feel.*
