A Poor Pleading ME

by arcee calma

In the silence of the night
Alone in a locked cold room
All the wolfs in me
pains and sorrows shouts my silent silver.
And lose everything about myself
And cannot, cannot be set free.

I, but a poor pleading me
there's no way I can find.

I wanted to move on,
without you at my side.
Not to hear sad songs
Not to be beside the mirror
Not to cry again the pain.

As they say
Feel the pain but never keep it
Forget but never to regrets
And have to move on
To get over love
Even though, still it hurts
Deep in every passing time
Is death's call to any other beast
Pushing my bleeding heart
in inside the human cube

The lights fade away.