'The Melancholic Muse'

Deep inside a wounded soul Lies the nostalgic and weird hall Some thoughts run wild Ghosts of memories never died. I'm so tired and weak One moment- trails are waiting for me One moment- free from every pain O mother! Buy me candies again I want to go back to my happy days Where I could laugh and play. Today, I'm standing at the shore And the waves makes it loud Every damn step feels like a struggle Everyday seems like a jigsaw puzzle. A new chapter can still form apart from the haunted road.