The Passage Poem by Aidin Azarkerdar

Hold me tight,
In this drifted flight,
Your eyes are dried
I know you are not alright
where you tried
tried to be someone, someone like you
when you cut yourself, your blood were blue
bled your heart to show yourself
your dreams were all true
but no one knew
No one been there to tell you
In the passage of time
When you become old, cold, but renew

Where the sky is Teary
when my eyes are weary
This House of Eden is dreary
Nested wrath in my heart is fiery

I sing to myself a poetry:
Hold me tight,
In this fli....