Broken

Days turned grey
They slowly faded away
Becoming so pale
Withering shadows in time

And I see the world behind the window
Betrayals, lies, murders, I’m ready to go
Just to escape from this madness into the dawn

Broken, broken
This world is hopeless
They all are rotten
Burnt pages of history
Broken, broken
Tears are flowing in silence
Save me while the door is still open
Rescue me from this insanity
Broken wings of the same old story

I see frozen leaves on the cold dark ground
Sky lost its brightness, white purity is gone
Night took away all the colours and sounds

Nightingale didn’t finish his last song
Last steps are fading away in this dead silence
My wounded imagination draws the shore to which I belong

Broken, broken
This world is hopeless
They all are rotten
Burnt pages of history
Broken, broken
Tears are flowing in silence
Save me while the door is still open
Rescue me from this insanity
Broken wings of the same old story

White mirrors of innocence
Lost verses of old tales
Ghost of memory never fading
Northern lights are slowly withering
Above my head and I’m falling asleep

Forever in your arms feeling so real

Published by Linlin

Editor, poet, translator

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