The urge to write

Haunts me through my sleep,
with thoughts that will forever remind me of the journey I once travelled,
Leaving behind traces of scars on my soft skin,
Feeling unhappy to look at my reflection on the mirror,
consuming my soul with grieve of losing a great part of me.
I have become a wanderer in my own place of birth,
Lost track with the familiarities that surround me,
Trying to rmember myself
My past experience, my ordinary life,my own memories which are entrenched with healing thoughts
I have lost it, lost it all…
Lost my former pleasures of writing,reading,long walks,quietness and wild eyes
Always pushing me to explore what lies beyond
Ignorance became my best friend,
Betrayed the courtesy of speaking the truth,
dealing with the cruelty of empty words which burns me inside,
Taking away my pride
consuming my thoughts within the ocean of lies
surrounded by dead seaweeds.
Tormented by the restless waves which pushes me afar
Blame thee for the loneliness I feel,
The coldness of the shore will forever remind me to be thankful of the sunrise
Lasting for a shortwhile
Given a chance to experience yet another day
I will survive the sadness which tortures me through the night.