These days in doubt
my sanity proven
culled from my lovitude
or should I say attitude
maybe solitude
'cos I thought I was on guard
Until fall I did
without a thud,
slowly the fade began
until the voice stopped
no more reprimands
questions stopped
conscience slept
and I roared
happy to soar
then it returned
Fear,
pain,
uncertainty
and I retraced my steps
not without scars
for this haven we savoured
with its perks and glints
now hold ashes
for me,
us,
I can't sit still without thinking
of purity sold
guard let down
to lovitude's joy
as sorrow flooded
The wasted me

I might not relate to this
but I do translate it
can I still sit in your arms
without regrets of disappointments thrown
of regrets without end
for that moment this madness began.