Lying in my bed and staring at the ceiling,
Contemplating life without a reasonable feeling.
Breathing slowly ,I gaze at a void.
This feeling of isolation ,I cannot avoid.
The waves of feelings just comes and go ,
Rinse my mind with past galore.
I think,I regret .I ponder with guilt.
The things I wanted but never did .
I feel the fear and the pain,
The child inside ,just cries in vain.
All that remains is the silence deep
Echoes in my ears and I cannot sleep.
