every evening i call him,
just like my heartache sound call him.
my soul screams loudly,
just like quiet room shouting loudly.
the sound is so loud but nobody listen,
it seems that no one wants to listen my pain.
a terrible pain makes my soul shiver,
i want to cry and weep but i have no tear.
misses a strange scene that i want to forget,
but with the colors of evening i miss even more,
i can't forget forgetting it,
what i will do the evening colors,
which hurts my wounds.
This poetry is based on my true imagination about life.
Evening is the best time to memorise past and future. every evening i think about myself deeply.
Thanks for reading.
