A dark wave is coming…
…and as we feel it we embrace it.
Into our open arms it flows, filling our soul with the doubt and the sorrow that we kept hidden in our hearts.
As we feel this darkness, we think about those who we care about and we ask ourselves;
“Do they really understand my feelings, my pain and my sorrow? Do they see my soul?”
The question doesn’t have an answer and the darkness swallows you and in the end you are alone…
So.. ive wondered about this one.. any point? a poem or something?
It’s a mirror poem of how I felt that night.