Lady

just a poem

Lady

Comes the lady, softly,

Late at night, to bed

Dwells into my heart,

Walks up, to my head

Over my mind, and soul,

My feelings, and my brain

She claims full control,

My body's her domain

Tales of fails, she tells me

All those tales I knew,

Of yearnings and of dreams,

That failed to come true

For sadness is a lady

Who always comes alone,

Do not seek to find her,

She's always on her own

And in the morning after

She refuses to leave,

Misery loves company,

Sadness loves to grieve

A star that lights up barely,

The dead heart of the night

And leaves at the early,

Sign of breaking light

Do you believe in saying

That hope, is really true?

Or truly hope that praying

Is deliverance to you?

Just like in every story,

It starts, and then it ends,

Lovers will part, and also

Friends leave their friends

You know what will come next,

Thereafter when you die?

Three words, in just one text

Where, and how, and why

Lady, hold my wreathing

Maybe there is a link,

Between air and breathing,

And gasping while I sink