Poetry

I have my eyes closed

I find it dim right away

Here, for you I may pray

or at least, I try to say

I try to find a place to lay

 

I have my eyes closed

 

I solemnly choose good words,

sentences and proper phrases

to poetically picture the aches

that fade me to ashes

 

I have my eyes closed

 

My mouth keeps murmuring

and the mind can’t stop arguing

What if it will be nothing

that helps me keep believing?