If you’re seeking for a withering flower among today morning’s blooming garden
If you’re looking for a black unwanted spot in the colorful rainbow after this year’s first rain
Feel, when I’m hushed, my words got lost into the darkest void as the rushed.
Feel, when I’m sullen, they once loved my smile, some too had fallen.
Feel, when I’m standing in front of the mirror, I hate that shadowy image.
Feel, when again I’m standing in front of the mirror, I’m finding my unspoken rage
Feel, when I’m staring at the fading sunrays, my soul is fading too.
Feel, when I’m craving for the lost star in the milky way, as I’m lost too.
Feel, when I’m feeling the cool breeze, this is to comfort when my soul burns.
Feel, when I’m looking at the ocean, hoping the tides would bring away my scars.
No, you don’t have to feel me every time, it’s disgusting for sure.
Just feel the soft coldness of my hands, when I’m no more.
© Tapasi 2017