You are the reason I lost my pen.
All creative instincts escaped me
I cried, accept me.
Yet you carry on without me.
I got stuck in a world of misery
Slowly life become a mystery
Of shattered hopes with
no mechanisms to cope.
my words vanished, my joy disappeared.
How did I get voiceless and a brittle tone?
I am on my own.
Unravel me.
See the beauty within the scars.
For the skies do.
I find pleasure and reassurance in old calligraphy.
I got caught in a pain, I ought too.
Fake smiles, weird gestures is what we resort too.
But this might just be evidence of metamorphosis.
The vigorous nature of man revealed.