Eyes Closed

Eyes closed,

Tipping and falling

 

A sigh of weariness, not relief

Of those with tearing hearts

And despairing minds

 

Eyes closed,

Once here, but no more

 

Hands down and tied

Coming across the words which you’ve left

Sitting in the cupboards shelf

 

Eyes closed,

And now I walk

 

Going one’s more to the edge of tomorrow

Where all that was left 

Was the gust of wind

-Mariana Calanda

Reviews

[Lizardo]

Incredible Poem, i love it and my favorite line:
''Going one’s more to the edge of tomorrow
Where all that was left
Was the gust of wind''
Nice Work