This silent call of distress
of my heart
like a lighthouse amidst the vastness of the sea
the cold breeze that haunts my nights and dreams
and brings it fear of possibilities
Possibilities of incidents to come
Of crashing waves and raging tides
of sunken ships
and broken smiles
the thoughts tumulting are not one which i wish of accompanying me through frowning nights.
In fact,i wish to not have them running through my head at all.
and yet,it is happening.
I wont let it break through the walls i have so hardworkingly built.
when i know my heart only wishes to be reassured.
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