When I go out in the blue air of May
My face grows damp as some other dawn.
Then I realize my submission is gray.
Little by little my image fades away.
So many marvelous reasons shriek to bond
To stimulate the unaroused in solitude.
Maturing in my dreams, I have left no memory.
Wandering through the desert of loneliness
No feeling of sorrow but a blind rage!
I chew on my silent anger.
Rotten memories float conspicuously in the room.
I confuse them with sudden gust of rain!
The mournful glow on my face is red.
Startled by the obvious burden, I stand.
I can’t help a knot in my throat forming fast.
My eyes fill with lasting tears.
My soul brightens with the nostalgic last dream.
Feeling so far away from the best moments,
I yearn for the worse, I constrain my brain.
My heart is compressed by daily reality.
Feeling apart by waves of nostalgic past
The sensation of sadness becomes a vice as years grow!! ... Ellie bing