I held a pen in my hand
With a book on my desk
So many unspoken words filed my hand
And an unexplainable neither bearable pain kept hitting my chest

I could only wish to Express my feelings
Maybe then I'd find a remedy and lay my soul to rest

It's no doubt,I might be dead but still living
Or maybe living but slowly dying

People say time can heal all wounds but I'm not a believer

Pain can change a person,kill a person or...teach a person...
But what lesson can there be that requires pain for a change??

I've been thrown out by my past
But it haunts me
Been made to feel like an outcast
And it taunts me
If I walk into the future
I'll be an imposter
Of my own world and own destiny
But if I pull myself out of this misery
With the rope on my neck
I hope I find peace and harmony...

YOUNGLION
29 SEPTEMBER 2020