Purging Through Poem

As my fingers punches each letter And vandalize the blank wall Purging what's inside, at most all bitter The lonely journey of the bliss less soul Why? Of all emotions At most I choose the time of my pain To evaporated into the clouds And turns the season into rain I am looking for that colorful sign of hope But sometimes I'm getting tired Living my life on this endless loop Misery always transpired But why those blind aren't quitting life's game Hopeful and thankful to the mighty Lord By then my eyes shattered some tiny white grains That touches the face of my keyboard 10/6/2015 Mysterious Aries