Close and relax your tired eyes, <br />And count from one to ten. <br />You will find a big surprise, <br />Once you open them. <br /> <br />What is it like to feel inspired, <br />By a wood that hasn't been fired. <br />What is it like to regret, <br />All the words that made you sweat. <br /> <br />Whenever there is a time, <br />When you're happy. <br />There is a line, <br />A thorn that makes an applause no longer clappy. <br /> <br />Why does it feel so bad, <br />When she hurts you. <br />Why do you feel so mad, <br />When she ignores you. <br /> <br />You feel like a golden bar in a desert, <br />A sky that reduces the universe to something lesser. <br />You feel like a stone in a cloudy weather, <br />A moan tied to a lost letter. <br /> <br />Blood running down my cheeks, <br />Red teardrops I have to admit. <br />Souls raising up to the sky, <br />Taken away by a blackish lie. <br /> <br />As my bones crack and die, <br />As the leaves fall and dry. <br />As death sits there so sly, <br />As my wings spread to fly. <br /> <br />Wishing just to say goodnight, <br />And not ending with a goodbye. <br />Wishing just to say hello, <br />And between us two whisper so low.<br /><br />Looking Up.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whispering-so-low/
