I still question and
constantly doubt
myself
I seemed to have been
forced to leave
and stop
Like a gill that is forced
to function
as a nose
I gasped and suffocated,
I pawed the air
Just like expecting
for death but beg for
mercy a second
after tasting misery
It feels like a
writer who has lost his
ability to write or
a painter who is
unable to paint ink
on a blank canvas
standing in front
of him
Yearning,
longing,
suffering
Never expecting
and never ready
Just how I am
still trying
to let you go