A poetry



As if trapped between dead-end alley
There is no power able to continue my pace tuk
Stares blankly both netraku
Just around the dark point of view that kutemu

Numb lips locked as rigid
Friends said that there is no common ground
Covered indecisive anxiety mayaku
My heart cries moans Berbuai

Already tired soul looking for my identity
Mental fatigue failure lulled my beautiful dream
Whispered among silent hearts nailing
Who am I who have always lived in solitude

Covered patter soul cries laraku
Who faithfully accompany my trip
Looked up hand hampaku please ridho illahyku
Hopefully tomorrow my weak point happily embrace sport

Peace loving


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