torment

i needed to talk

speak to someone familar,

so i was looking for the audience

this particular person,

nowhere in sight



in the fields of alienation

i exiled,

where to?

the memories of homeland faded

on the day i left



in between you and me

i cannot see nor feel

in between me and myself

i shall live

and come alive



i drank anxiety with my rose

and toasted the lost of speech

tears dropped as i helplessly laughed



bizarre but glamorous they fell

i dared not to wipe out

preciously

all that i kept to piece

is a portriat of someone

whom i forget its name