There are demons around,
this thought is not letting me experience the peace,
Abandoned and locked far away,
I want to go to deep sleep.
Random thoughts, a lot of desires, and a design of purpose is lacking.
I just am worn out, well, that is the thinking I am eradicating.
The power I am searching for, is never going to happen to me,
because subconsciously I think I am somewhat lacking,
to gain it,
to re-frame it,
to channel it to a cause,
but indeed I am trying.
I feel the wind shattering me when I am walking,
the whistles around me, are making me feel,
I am worthless trying,
also are making me die inside but I am still smiling.
P.S. After a long time a new incomplete poems gets published in my blog.