Fájdalom [*]

I'll close my eyes,
with all my might,
just to pretend,
that I am alright,
in this abysmal dark,
through out the night,
on the tattered parchment,
I shall solemnly write,
stories of tears & pain,
of love and of delight,
and as this night,
seeps into daylight,
the fires of the sun,
my soul it ignites,
on the banks of rivers,
on shores of the sea,
combating with sorrow,
fighting off misery,
clenching my fists,
very very tight,
pretending to know,
what exactly is right,
yearning to burn,
in a fire so bright,
to etch an abode,
in the sky tonight.

*Fájdalom : Hungarian for pain.