Long Lost

I try to write
And spell my thoughts and dreams
Ink flows all through the paper white
And I spill venom around by all means

I try to sleep
And curb the flow of my mind
Memoirs of long lost past make me weep
Its peace with self I am trying to find

I’m long lost
And all the zeal for life is buried
Here I am standing in frost
And I am no more worried

I try to come in terms with reality
And grow out of the rejection
Am not in terms with this brutality
Worry not, I’m no more bothered about this dejection.