Ryu, it's late night
yet I write
A poem- short, simple-
For you.
When it will be morning,
Perhaps you will read it,
Perhaps you will not.
But souls want to scream loud
The words trapped inside-
Specially when it's night-
Either a listener answers or not.
Ryu,the poem is for you
But, it's not about you.
You see, the night is too dark
Leaving you to feel only you
And your cold skin
Where memories crawl
And memories hunt
Your soul.
Ryu, what can I do?
I am not strong enough to fight night,
I accept defeat
And so I write
To you
Not about you.
Ryu, night reminds me
Of only me
And me.
Ryu, I have hunger
And it increases
As night deepens.
I am never satisfied, Ryu.
Ryu, no,not even you
Could fulfill it.
So, I write, Ryu.
You tell me, what else can I do?
What else is there to do??
I can only stare at the long dark selfish night
And starve...
But, can I let it go on like this?
The way it has been-
I cannot let it be
The same way.
So, I write, Ryu..
To tell you of my hunger
The hunger I can't control,
The hunger I can't stand anymore
The hunger I am tired of..
Tired of.
Too tired.
But, Ryu..
This hunger doesn't make me weak
It only makes me stronger
It gives me a strength
From a thorn-piercing pain
And I devour it
Only to write...
To write to you, Ryu,
Only to you.
Only you had the hand
To feed me
To satisfy me
To let my hunger be
gone..
Just like dusts of the night-
Gone.
But, you didn't lift your hands, Ryu,
Did you?
You said," I raise my hands to you"
And you started to make it higher
Than the normal position.
But, then, what?
You stopped.
You stopped moving your hand
You stopped raising it
Let alone, bringing it to me.
Now, Ryu, tell me
What else can I do except writing?
I have to hold onto something
To live through this night
And, so, here is this poem
Either you read it tomorrow morning or not
At least, my soul was able to let out
A few words of its own.
the end.I don't know if you like it or not, but, i think, i like it! :D I love this poem..though it's not that good
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