The feeling of lost made me dying inside…once.
The desire to runaway ever burnt me…once.
But nothing I did…though just once.
I just cowered at the corner of the past.
The dream of what would happen haunted me…once.
The memory of what had happened hurt me…once.
But all I did couldn’t ease the pain…though just once.
I kept feeling trapped in my own nightmare.
Hopeless, meaningless…been there once.
Regret, denial…done that once.
I’m still trying not to return there…though just once.
I want to embrace new different nuance.
There was a poem I read…once.
There was a song I heard…once.
I’m not trying to make a song or a poem…though just once.
I only write the feelings that just inevitably pass by.
03 Oct 2016