my writing is lost
and seems hard to find it
i tried my mind for any word
but my imagination just went extinct
the entity of being is gone
passion now could have been numb
insensitive my heart does not thump
my soul was eerie dead and out of love
where is my strength my life
i dare wait but ended still waiting
the wind attempted blowing me away to fade
i did not hold back and let inside the caress
touch my soul and find my light
the sanity of truth hides my path
i am blinded and threatened to flee
but this fight i only had has to last
trapped in a thoughtless mind
this world only sees a dark vast
the iris felt this silent dead white
and a voiceless cry was distant and dry
it is a sword of rust forced to drive
the smith fails to persuade the stillness
glistening cut cannot break this world apart
and each strand would stand as doom touches down
within is the only choice of hope
the surreal thinking is but a mere fog
an illusion is the puzzle be sifted through
and the real war would surface after the wake up
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