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Me and my loneliness
Forlorn did my soul survive
The brutal reality crept in
Leaving nothing but the scars
The bruises only to remind the cruelty.

Far and wearing the journey seems
Wavering the strong wind gust
Leaving nothing but the coldness
Showering drizzle over the deserted soul.

Even in this buzzing chaotic beehives
Lost in the confusion and defragments
Leaving nothing but the ambiguousness
Distancing the spirit form sublimity of soul.

Me and my loneliness trespassing the forbidden line
Only to accord with the façade reality
Wearing mask with the suitability
Leaving nothing but the fakeness.


Ceedee-13/6/2018

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