A Boy Who Love To Write Him Inner Thoughts & Sharing The World & Something Sharing To Amaze People's
The final hour draws near, As the clock ticks down without fear, The end of all we know, As we face the final blow. The sands of time slip away,
By Riparianabout a year ago in Poets
Within the depths of my mind, Lies a darkness hard to find, Whispers of the past that linger, Haunt my thoughts with a deathly finger.
Rising early, as the sun begins to shine, Another day of work, just another grind. A commute to the office, the same old drive,
Jealousy, a feeling so often scorned, Yet sweet in its own peculiar way, For it's a sign of the passion we feel, And the depth of love that we display.
At the end of worlds, where stars collide, Where darkness reigns and light subsides, The end of all that we have known, A place where nothing can be grown.
Echoes of the past, a haunting sound A voice from long ago, that's still around A world of memories, that we can't forget
The night is a mystery, so vast and deep A world of wonder, that we can't keep Secrets and stories, hidden away Mysteries that come, to light of day.
Silence, a cloak that covers the land A stillness that no one can understand It's in the air, it's in the breeze An eerie calm, that makes me freeze.
The sea is a mystery, so deep and wide A world of secrets, that we can't hide Beneath the waves, a world unknown A place of wonder, that we must be shown.
Lost in the labyrinth, a maze so grand A world so vast, that's out of hand A web of paths, that lead astray A world of confusion, that's here to stay.
The riddle of time, a mystery so grand A world of wonder, that we can't understand The past, the present, and the future too
The veil of illusion, a mystery so grand A world of wonder, that we can't understand The reality we see, is it all a dream?
