Four strangers

Shattered glass, Dusty walls

Surrounding the miles within my reach

Dark gloomy texture

Horrid smell

Skin feels papery

Aches when touched

Sound doesn't reach out

Hands all over me

Touching my privates

Legs can't move

Insides bleeding

Lungs can't get enough of poison

Eerie thoughts filled my mind

Why did I go out today?

Could have stayed inside

Why did I drive to relieve myself?

Head is all bloodied

Can't get my head straight

Something's pushing inside me

Fingers moving and exploring my sacred body

I don't want to be touched

Anybody out there?

Why can't I shout?

Am I gonna be killed here?

Sharp pain courses through my body

Is that all my life was worth?

Just like a butterfly has spent its life in a white cocoon

My voice...I want it to be heard

I don't want it to end like this

Would these sinful people get a retribution?

My soul still bleeds with pain

I wake up to the early sunrise

I have so many thoughts enveloped within my tiny skull

I can’t seem to walk in a straight line

My words seem wobbly throughout the conversation

My senses seem to be out of control

My interests seem to be engulfed by the void

I am willing to partake any job ahead

My heart is calling out to take a break from the world

My mind is about to fire neurons and drown itself in them

My eyes doesn't seem to care a lot these days

But I still have a life to fulfil and it doesn't seem to avoid me

Love was more wild and alive when you were adjacent

We’ve sent messages to each other

through day and night

The fabric of your letter draws me in

The words on it fires me up

Emotions filled with happiness and tears in unison

Seasons changed, so did the people

The clock never stopped ticking without you

in my proximity,

Slowly did the letters stopped coming

That’s when all the stars ceased

to comfort me,

I lost the touch of your skin

I crave for your voice

every single juncture of my life,

Time aged, so did I

Skin wrinkled, hair almost grey

Not a single word from you

The maple tree sowed with our love

started to grow out,

Our child out grew your height

And then I heard you passed away

in a tussle

My light turned dark.

Singing octaves down the alley

From my heart

Deep down from my diaphragm

Through the throat

Coming out of my dry lips

Messages clattered within the tunes

Resonating with the sounds of my feelings

From my empty shell

Loud and clear

You still can’t hear me

As I’m a pathetic chooser

But I decided that you can’t hear