Hope
As far as feelings go,
I'm the last one you should ask.
I've been meeting too many emotions
That I have lost my way.
Disjointed lines
And heartbreaks altogether
Made me a vicious predator
Of mine own self.
I am lost
And I am hurt along ever bittersweet line
Of your memories
And of mine-self.
Left with nothing else,
But my body
In which the soul resides
Soul I say?
Rather surprises me
That I haven't been in touch.
All i can do now,
Is hope.
Hope to turn the tables around someday
And meet myself again.
This poem is about:
Me