I open the wooden door to my derelict mind
To see myself crawling on the wet playground of dreams ,‎
Where I have dwelled in, ever since you left
I clutch to an old photo of you that broadly beams 
It seems, as though millions of years have passed 
The first furtive gaze into your almond eyes 
The piles of midnight letters I could never send
Oh darling! Love deep buried in your heart lies
Like a dying ember in the arms of an antique fireplace ! 
I trace back to my past, when I had you close at hand.
My foolish mind devoiding the agony of your absence 
As for this tyrannical solitude I had never planned
I stand on a deserted island fenced by a sea
Of swimming monsters, that aim at my very soul
They, in quest to bite a piece of me ‎
And I, in the depth of this dream,roll and roll...
~Tina RSH