The Talk
Living in oblivion
Darkness deluges the reasoning.
From the deepest pit of despair
Consuming the remnants.
Suddenly a melody breaks melancholy
Sun breaking through cloudy shroud.
My sweet mother's voice rings
Lulling, asking my well being
Not a note breaks out of my chocked throat.
Understanding breeze rushes past
Breaking the reverie
A strangled cry waiting to come out
Rather a small symphony
A timid reply comes out.
She understands
And it is enough.
Living in oblivion
Darkness deluges the reasoning.
From the deepest pit of despair
Consuming the remnants.
Suddenly a melody breaks melancholy
Sun breaking through cloudy shroud.
My sweet mother's voice rings
Lulling, asking my well being
Not a note breaks out of my chocked throat.
Understanding breeze rushes past
Breaking the reverie
A strangled cry waiting to come out
Rather a small symphony
A timid reply comes out.
She understands
And it is enough.
