Of love and of life
Of joys and of sorrows,
Trapped inside a chamber
A pumping cell within my vessel
Of fears and of anxiety
Of pressures and of pains
It rotates from mind to heart
But never really find its way out
Empty space and only me
Reaching out, but none to touch
Views withheld, feelings kept
And accumulate like a file of trash
To express and to share
Yet, not a single ear bother
In a blank wall, facing
Mumbling, to soothe my feeling
Of truth or of fiction
Of myths or of facts
Ideas… feelings… all hidden
‘Cause no one really care to share
Lord, grant me a listener
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