Those footsteps
It’s getting closer, nearer
Thump bump
I sense something

Those yells
It’s getting blur, obsecure
Loud sigh
I close my eyes

I’m sweating
Both temple and eyes
Brain feeling pain
The symptom comes again

The dark night
The dim light
The silence by the wind
I walk down the memory lane

The coldness pokes me
The stars flock around me
It’s okay, it’s okay
The moon embraces, bids goodbye.

 

April 4th 2016 – My Room