My poem

No title Prince of the night with a piece of silk. Crown decorated with black pearls mounted on the forehead. Whose identity? That's what being in the search. Me and my soul My broken wings crashing ... As my soul that confuse blue. Nothing to see again the bright morning sun. Can only be silent in a dark corner ... I'm drowning in the silence that never ended. I wailed in prayer and despair .... So that I can always smile at the corner of his lip quivering .... Dedication of a best friend.