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
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