Friday, December 23, 2011

Flood of Disappointment

Where are you?

I see nothing while they've been seen

I feel nothing even if they're around

But not to give a hand, only their pointless words

 

Feeling numb, unspoken...

Broken, beat and scared 

I only hear the sound of encumbered soul

I seal my throat for not to scream

 

Staring around and I find no one,

All by myself without a shoulder... 

then I whisper in grief ;

what it's not come, shall be appeared,

what it's appeared, shall be taken,

what it's taken, shall not be lost,

what it's lost, shall be released

 

In the last without beginning, 

I don't need them sympathized no more..

And those worthless whispers

Drive myself to vanish,  

Forsake the cradle of pain.

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