The Lost Feeling 005

The Lost Feeling

The Aftermath,
is like a rotting flesh
itch so deep into my wound
creeping pain now and then

nothing did i do
could cure it yet
the dream,
the images,
the flashes,
the words,
the voices,
the whole moment,
projected into my iris
like a never ending movie
repeating and repeating

being put into a spasm of pain
the torture so enduring
the tears that want to flow
but couldnt at all
the silent scream
searching for solace
the hands wanting.....
for anything,
be it a vine with thorns
be it a bed of creamy soft petals
anything for heaven sake.

that emptiness
that loneliness
that sadness
all overwhelm me
and i stood again
comtemplating for reasons
had i done it better?
a better choice
a better reasoning
quickly surpressing the regret

No, its too late...
the fact wont changed
acceptance is the logic
what happen, happened
no deny, no look back
a road with no return
like i have lost something
very precious to me
nothing can return it
unless it want to
that lost feeling
would you comprehend?