Sitting at my desk
Thinking on how to release those aches
'til I find my dearest friend
A patient paper and pen
As a blank paper started to have stains
Making invisible map of pains
I started to compose one poem
Trying to struggle for the best words
Searching a relief for my soul
With each lines to jive with my soul
With every stanzas rhyme with my heart
Elusive cries is now being told...listen
Tears shed from the ink of my pen
Mourning is now written
Every word that speak the truth in me
Lines that open every labyrinth of my life
Stanzas that reaches for one vivid sympathy
Poem that screams for one genuine attention
But after all the scattered papers
And when my ink are dried and gone
Words slowly fade in my head
This poem has soon to end
But the cold truth whisper, there are still lament and pain¦
Still the feeling of agony in my heart remains
