Stolen by the rigor of minute
Cold and frozen soul
Never been so complacent and whole
Gust of the wind does whisper
Shaking this dormant emotion
Sleeping in such memory of tribulation
Like painstaking stitches
My frail hands bled to fasten
Instantly unraveling every now and then

A drizzle of photographs
Composing echoes of the thunder
Prodding what I can only remember
Sternly lashing my placid sanity
Boosted with awakened pain
In lieu of this incessant rain
Confined in the lingering  loneliness
The stillness of a harbored trauma
Breaking my feigned amnesia

Of the heart unrequited in time
Lost its hope through exchanging seasons
Served with no fair reasons.

Of the person I glorified in me
Bringing the stars that shone my halo
Now gone and paid a woe