Category : Poems

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Shedding my own soul, day by day. Slowly. Present is a small time, I miss her, I lost her. But the true pain lies in the future, sensing her absence every minute, everyday and total life. I cry for her, when we lost her, I believe the tears represent my fear of future times without her. The dear ones, once left us, we leave ourselves, we move far away, far far away to escape from ourselves.

Skin begin to rot, believing 
there’s no soul inside,
Shadows begin to fly, searching
for a vivid rainbow,
Fragrance begin to dull, turning
in to putrid,

I yearn for a sleep, I want to stop everything. She left me, just me. My mind flattered, soul’s afraid of light. I don’t know, I can able to face the light again?

Can’t convince my heart,
to shut down,
Can’t wake my mind,
to conscience,
Can’t feed my soul,
to light,

My soul’s dead, my mind’s out. My heart still wailing in guilt. My veil body, still walk to know where, just like a walking dead but with no hunger for anything. Just plain, plain like a dry cloud. I started writing, because of her. I still write, i never know the reasons. Am never happy. I am worthless, still figuring why I breathe.

Know not where to, but I
Still walk,
Know not at whom to, but I
Still write,
Know not why to, but I 
Still breathe,

Nor am a coward to escape from life, but am begging. I have no trace of myself in this flesh. I can’t feel home, can’t feel emotions. Am heavy like a tree holding millions of rain drops. Am dead already, and dying everyday for this life. It’s never a life for me, its less life.

Begging for my own death,
Mourning for my poor self,
Dying for my less life.

It’s never a life for me, its less life.