• Like a helpless child, i tremble
    the pen is shaking in my hand
    my mind has begun to disassemble
    my thoughts- i cannot understand.

    Oh, hurtful stranger
    why did you shatter my peace?
    my heart was cool, the embers ashen
    and was contented, in a fashion.

    It would have stayed so till i died
    but now you've taken my dignity and pride
    it is too late to teach my heart-
    as if in acting; its rightful part.

    My mind is now full of idleness
    i need to clear up this tragic mess
    my life's no longer completely whole:
    delusions of an inexperienced soul.