As the last leaf falls from the winter tree,
The last drop of my blood flows into my heart .
So numb to my surrounding i feel worthless.
Wondering who i am, what i was, where i am
Clanking whispers in my upper room.
I can't find myself no more
My work here is done.
Lost in the slumber of death and destruction,
Feeling excruciating pain i only understand .
Tears fled my eyes and darkness is all i know.
I am gradually losing myself and nobody knows.
Before i fell, the whispers struck me
And i concurred that pain is the lack of understanding.
And embracing who i really am is my anchor
For i live for no one but myself.
Who i really was,what i am and where i am
Is shaped by my thoughts.
Now i feel liberated.
I found myself and my purpose .
I will keep moving forward,
For my work here just begun.
Copyright © Prince Henry Nibenang | Year Posted 2019