The sun
slowly sets,
and the moon dawns.
Bringing another lonely
evening,
your memories that spawns.
The clouds hide the stars,
whose merriness mocks my
strife.
They seem to laugh at me,
not knowing the pain in my
life.
Each word that my pen
utters,
appears poison to my ears.
And as if to dilute the
hurt,
unmitigated flow my tears.
The sounds of silence
scream,
and I get up with a start.
Echoing thoughts of you,
in the empty valley of my
heart.