Seclusion of a Lonely Poet

The storm had passsed and is so far away
Yet here i am, lonely in a damned gray day
Living without life, in a hell-like paradise
So tired and weary, so weak, uneasy to rise

Attempt to change, life’s future begun
Too skeptic, i reach out, i am here, i am gone
Giving up is not the word, though hardly unspoken
Losing the blue gray, Leaving this broken token

The purple blue is so white with blue hue
Pain that tears, identically scratches grew
Too hard to bear, is as much as the life it gave
Sores that it punctuates, still so hard not to crave…