The Silent War
I spent the whole night on thorns
Wishing someone would understand me.
I spent the whole day under the harsh light
Hoping to understand everything.
I spent the next night under the blanket of chilling thoughts
Fighting the urge to cry.
I spent the next day walking on the ashes
Trying to make everything disappear.
I spent the day after next trapped in the cage of reason
To restore my smile.
I spent the night after next giving up to the spell of tears
To let go of all the misery and pain.
