on days like these

when I open my eyes

lying amidst a mess

in arms of loneliness

my soul silently cries

for a lover of seas

on days like these

when i am no one

i start to think that

i'm everythin' undone

an unopened love letter

left at the window sill

the date scribbled on

an expired happy pill

a monotonous motion

of an old rockin' chair

the soft hiss of a kettle

dying slowly in the air

a light knock on door

in the icy kiss of winter

the repetitive clicking

of a worn-out printer

a fog on plastic glasses

from tea's trail of steam

the gap of a rabbit hole

in a forgotten dream

an erased stroke of ink

on a very crumpled page

the softly poetic chirp

of a dead bird in a cage

a flourescent candle's

low extinguishin' flame

the whisp of a summer

gone lost, never came

an image of hourglass

with still grains of sand

the soft nostalgic caress

of an illusionary hand

a faint glow of a firefly

in a world full of light

the fadin' kiss of lovers

on 30th February's night

a silent echo of a piano

in an empty concert hall

whispers of a madman

thrown against the wall

an unfinished painting

on a canvas torn apart

the long lost symphony

of a once beating heart

a nightingale's song

for unborn generations

the rusty railway track

crossin' ghost stations

a scream of the warrior

meant to be so brave

the petal of a wiltin' rose

planted above a grave

on days like these

when i open my eyes

like a baffled dunce

i feel them at once

all of my goodbyes

their pain can't cease

on days like these

like a criminal on run

i start to think that

i'm everythin' undone

Author's Note