monolouge

Uncertain about the road of life

Is this consequence of your

Honest drudgery of life?

Exhausted for nothing new journey

And become wordless

To explain whatever evil

The thought of sad and happiness

My loneliness denied at last

Again and again, walking into darkness

Of vicious circle

Freedom never touched my heart

To laugh and dance

Cause tragic mystery is the big aura

Never revealed who I am

Spiritually

Write and write to die is right only

That is the only sign of my breathing

And weakened memory recalling

Days of past with blurred faces

As a haunting place of love

Like graveyard silence where I try

To overcome the fear of death

Resigning from life myself

Playing with harpy words which seems

after a lunatic monologue always...

Sustain all with embedded patience

For potential spontaneously.

Prevail on the veil of many faces to reveal

The real face of I

Which meaninglessly surviving to see

Mine day

Which shared with many in a thousand

Pieces

It is better death also confused to kill me.

For whom they cry and weeps don't

Know and who is dead I don't know.

Because it is impossible to be one again.