A poem only comes
To the tip of my tongue
And ripples down my limbs
When the sadness settles onto my shoulders
Like a river tumbling a rock
Until it shines

Time is passing
Day by day
And yet everything stay's the same

Looking out from beyond the glass
A wire fence
Not allowed to pass

Criticism in their voice
Needless nit-pick
A lack of choice

Sleepless nights and endless days
The same routine
Trying to find new ways

Unhappiness absorbed within these walls
Trapped in turmoil
Life begin

But hope from far away
A brand new hope
Waiting for someday

Waiting for sweet spring buds
Summer weather
Leaves red as blood

And you a memory for now
Until the sky turns
And fire springs into the bough

Whenever I have a bad day
I always remember they’re usually followed by
Good ones to come

I search for you in everyone I meet
And I see you in every figure and face
No force alive would dare to
Tear me from your gaze
As every atom in me slowly, slowly,
Finds its way to you

i can't meet my own family
have to stay inside among a
room of blinds and strangers
isolated from my close ones

it is the worst day of my life
no other chance no other light
ridiculously lonely fights
gimme some space and a new face

painful memories in the making
there's no time for aching
no catchy phrases no money
i'll be dead soon right before noon

covid-19 is a strong breed
and it needs me as his feed
got no time left for crying
my dears i will be dying

Alone, I’m sitting.
A rock in the snow, how fitting.
With a heavy heart, I’m sipping.
I’m falling down and tearing up.
My woes swimming inside my double cup.
With others, I’m still by myself.
I can’t afford to go out with no wealth.
Why am I apart from them? I don’t know.
To a land without snow, I strive to go.
I try and try, but to the truth, I’m denied.
Again and again, I strive for their lies.
And I wonder why as I sit alone.