Darkness of the day troubles me
No inspiration do I seem to have
Little thoughts that dance merrily
Yet in a moment I seem to forget
Light does not lead me anymore
As more suffering I get in the day
I now turn to unknown night for hope
To just mull things over once again
Every moment under the starry ceiling
I walk with the moon following me
I look now for a better tomorrow
I look to set things right once more
With renewed hope, onward I move
No longer strangers, the night and me
Image: Strangers in the Night by DoraLovey
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.