Sitting on a chair by
engulfing my own hands,
lots of thought pondering
making my
brain die,
In a state of despondency,
don't know what to do?
don't know where to go?
memories start to haunt
by taking me in flashback,
Where I was a happy child
where my smile was the palace
of beautiful dreams,
where sunrise and sunsets
Brought solace to my enchanting eyes,
where depth of wind
brought essence to my lonely skin,
Heart numbs, causing me the pain
Thus, I come back to reality
There is no path of light
to be found, ...