With the blundering emptiness, my passion seems dwindling.
Moreover, the passion inside me lies empty within my covered soul,
I specifically said not to bother my peace when I'm alone. But instead, you push and pull my brown hair with your uncontrollable rage. When will the nightmare stop?
Lord Almighty, protect my peaceful soul with your heart and mind. I just want to rest. I'm sick and tired of reading and writing stuff that has no meaning, which I fell in love with so much.
Catch me if you can I say for I have no mission to complete other than for myself. Would that me selfish of me?
They say 'There'll always be someone ready to catch you when you fall.'
But...who's gonna catch me?
I make no sense, but my memories carry me to the ends of my grave, might I add that this poem is non-negotiable.