Alas.. Poem by Agatha Eliza

Oh..alas, alas..
nightfall's your altar
so many tears the rain concealed
but too many wounds refused to heal
and all words became white and meaningless.

So many prayers perish..
burning torch of childish hopes,
through rotten carcasses and tombs
as brittle equinox of a new born rose!

In time, lines go blank
the scars once fueled melodies
misery's the ink of lost memories
yet hands will stop writing a letter.

Knock on closed gates,
mesmerised by the sweet embrace
and script after another to bound
life rushes whilst red curtains rise.

Don't you dare to cry!
love's so deceiving to the eye,
as you can't tell wrong from right
one tear won't fill the well of heart.
Oh..alas, alas..