UNKNOWN SORROWS

I m the queen
in the world of pretences
of agonies and struggles

Living as a shadow
Among the grim faces
And void eyes
Bruised mind
keeps no accounts
no revenges,
no complaints
Is this staying alive?
or more than that
perhaps....

Getting back to the pavilion
one may be scared
seeing the phantoms of memories
which conquers the mind
with a sarcastic smile....

Its a pandimonium
never to be awaken
is better a lot
than to stay awake and afraid

So

oh! wind! blow wildly
melt the lead in my heart
and make me light as cotton
pull my hairs
take me with you

a journey to the unknown isles
of warm colours
and bright sunshines...