Seems lost in the midst of everything
like a howling wind from nowhere,
wandering around with my surrounding
while tracing my footsteps on the faded sand.
Looking back to my days
and thoughts kept holding me,
questioning my existence,
my worth as Your being.
Am I worth with this tracing footstep
or just like a passer by to anyone
that suddenly wash off by the waves?
Somehow beyond my thoughts,
as my finger tracing every lines
and watches the gradient sunset;
maybe, I can say,
I am just a passer by,
seems lost and keep finding
my track to be back home
to my younger days.
Maybe, I am trapped
with anyone's demand,
anyone's likes and dislikes
but never sees my own self
drowning by other's perception,
being controlled, manipulated
and willingly followed...
those ways leads me here,
in a shivering wind with faded footstep
of my own track,
push to be lost
and to be a passer by!
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Her PEN (Personal Expressions of No One Sees)
PoetryOne's experiences and thought can be engrave in words. It sights different emotion, expression and an unexplainable feelings that only word can say. But why we want it this way? We write, because we want to; We express, because we are human bound...
