Struck

Its been long ago since we met,

you no more look for my presence, i bet.

Now emptiness feels like home,

it feels serene, but I'm still alone.

When the day falls,

my soul looks for itself.

Trying to find some halts,

to stop and take rest.

I no more crave for hands to hold,

and it doesn't matter, the cold.

My downcast self is no longer embodiment,

we're far away from what we dreamt.

I ain't here just to phrase,

but want my voice to raise.

This discomfort strangles me.

and I'll never head out, maybe.