Darkness In Each Morning

In the rarest of the mornings,

Where the daybreak couldn't diminish the darkness,

All the keys I found,

But the door remained locked.

The heart screamed in vain, as it shattered into a million pieces,

Yet, not a word by lips, not a teardrop fell from the eyes.

No ink could write the story,

And the unending pain remained unrevealed.

I saw your photograph

Sitting all alone, yet I could hear you laugh;

Withered leaves falling from trees,

Like losing a battle with the strong breeze.

A similar battle I was losing,

Where I stood as my opponent:

A fight with myself, that I'll forget you someday

And I lost everyday in my attempt!