End of my journey

Six o’clock in spring. Night covering, light running away.

Seven o’clock and, the moon kept screaming loud, from one to seven, saying

“Bye, I am gone. Enjoy your liberty”

Nine o’clock, I switch the light off; forget to close the front door.

It was too much. I am tired to clean this up.

My birthday party, I am calling and calling but no respond at all.

Seating out, looking never finding.

My front door is frozen. The loud music coming from my house none of my neighbours were interested to listen to Puccini.

My voice was loud; no one could hear my voice. I thought my voice was max enough to be heard.

Ten o’clock went to sleep, since that day my eyes can’t chill anymore.

The sun is running away from my house, and darkness covering my house up.