A Better Place

Purging Through Poem

As my fingers punches each letter

And vandalize the blank wall

Purging what's inside, at most all bitter

The lonely journey of the bliss less soul

Why? Of all emotions

At most I choose the time of my pain

To evaporated into the clouds

And turns the season into rain

I am looking for that colorful sign of hope

But sometimes I'm getting tired

Living my life on this endless loop

Misery always transpired

But why those blind aren't quitting life's game

Hopeful and thankful to the mighty Lord

By then my eyes shattered some tiny white grains

That touches the face of my keyboard

10/6/2015

Mysterious Aries