• unspoken_poet 6w

    Unspoken no. 5

    Darkness engulfs the small towns of quiet day,
    Birds shelter their young while they silently lay.
    Under an old willow tree, still a man waits,
    The feeling of loneliness, indeed he hates.
    Feeling the barks of the wood they once had laid,
    Remembering the brief memories they had made.
    He asks in desperation, "why must you take her away",
    While seeing that until nightfall can he no longer stay.