I have a lot of things to write ,
but not all of it is right,
in the darkest part of the night,
I stare around my room to pick up the light.

My eyes gazed at the dim touch light on the floor,
the cricket made my heart race
then I saw a structure of an image on the wall
I began to imagine lots that I have to close my face

I pray silently for the morning to come
for my mind is grope with fear
I saw a stream of water running down my face
the future on the wall looks like a bear

I was struckwhere i lie and I pray
when will the morning come
I am just a little boy not a prey
suddenly I heard a storm

the morning loves me a lot
I manage till its up
someone entered my room
and switch on the power cable

I stare at the image like a bear
it was my school bag
I realized I have been in fear
and what made me cry was my bag.

then I learn a lesson
fear is the only thing that kill success
survival is not a treason
it a must just like your business.
Blue castle#001