Sooty Soot

Written by: Yanny Widjanarko

Stranded on a sooty soot in mood
Pile of dusts sight forsaken by the time
In the maze of mangle, I glued
Grief  tranquillize, honored as it should

Still sense writhing in polemic
Steal the realities which still running
As was treading in the faint of hallucinations
Whisper the bitter rift onto the dripping cracks in solutions

Upon the night which had stolen
Startled by the slap of innocent accusation
Exclaimed the lifeless facts with no respect
Her tendency of imperfect slipped to reflect

Their perfect life was just too flawless
While I struggled in the world of hug-less
At that time I stood upon my shadow
While people chased sun from shadow to shadow