'Loneliness' Poem by chew cheng yew

The shadow of him-

is here once again in-

the act of I'm being-

grounded inside the-

icy-dark mouth.



The gracious heart of mine-

beats no more seeing that-

my chest is reached by the-

presence of it.



Wittingly, he positions himself-

to be the new path of mine as he-

is zeroing in on the target of tearing-

my tranquil soul out of my shield and-

cast it in the hole of oblivion.



Now, I'm standing frantically, hoping-

that my flesh will be placed by him -

whilst beings with the heart of-

gold are no where to be met.



'The heart will be frozen to the point-

melancholia if it lives with the wild-

spirit of Sunshine and the mild climate of-

the Earth no more.'