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When I move my pen

8 p.m I stucked up in my room

Holding a sheet and pen

Nothing happened

Warm and chill argued

Making misery in myself

I cry upon my life

Feeling incapable

Nobody helped.

Warm and chill struggled

Making more misery in meself

My hand started to move

Warm and chill beaten

I move my hand again

Drawing abstract images

Spirit flown.

I drew a man

I drew a woman

I drew a circle

I drew sun

I drew a garden

I drew a villa

I drew humanity

I drew the world

9:00 p.m I stopped crying

Hatred from the past

Some people I knew

Protect me from something

They are not protecting

They are guarding

What is it?

I have no idea

They just came to tell that

“You can’t do it”

“That’s pathetic”

Do you know my feeling?

They are always torching

They make me hate them

They did.

What happen now?

I gave up

Because of them

They really think they know

But they don’t

Do they know I am mad?

I cried

Do they know?

I begged

Do they know?

It turned me down

I am occupied

I am a disaster

I feel sick

Their fault

Forgive them?

But why?

I am collapsed

Gone.

I Dream Of Change

I dream of change in you

I dream of change in me

I dream of change in us

When this dream ends?

We share stories like a prince

Picking up a flower

That’s why I dream of you

We share stories like a princess

Caught up in a tower

That’s why I dream of me

We share stories like a beautiful

Wed at the tower

That’s why I dream of us

Do we share dream

Or we just share…..?

That’s why I dream of change