Loneliness Days

Sits up with old torn pages book 

Under an old dying tree where no leaves  

Gazing at sunset in tearful eyes 

Heart sinking in ocean of isolation 

Pages of diary worn out with scribblings 

Colourful illustrations faded to tears 

No words sprout out in mind 

Ink in fear of no more scribblings 

Fear of escape of world 

Judging the life with self criticism 

Living in haunted hut with weird sounds 

Days pass with unpainted dreams