UNSPEAKABLE WORDS

Life is good in echos I heard,

what is the real purpose I wondered.

I cannot see the horizon

but at this point there is not emotion to feel,

no wonder to look for…

walking because it’s a body reflect;

breathing because my brain says so….

Hope is not my comfort

and tears have became part of my routine.

Routines with meaningless ends.

Goals that keeps me moving on.

But still remains the uncertain and unknown.

Unspeakable words,

numb to feel,

weak to fight,

dry to cry.

My feet are walking forward through

the madness with no compass or guide.

Alone making my foot springs on the way

to the new destination in no man’s land.

Spaces that hasn’t been built or found,

ideas that hasn’t been thought.

Time keeps running with no mercy

seconds that had been taken from my timeline,

experience that I never got to live.

Memories that hasn’t never been.

My body cries internally, day by day

losing the light, losing my strength

It’s becoming harder to stand up everyday.

Bright colors had became blurry stain on the

background, shady forms with vary gray tones.

The constant vicious of suffering consuming itself

to perpetuate reality. The need to prevail and

overcome nature remain inside me, the need

to survive the odds no matter what.

Only hope that one day I can use this

suffering as a teacher or a tool

to hammer a new pair of wings.