When The Words Lost Its Meaning
In the midst of the storm, stood I,
and tears came flowing down my eyes,
by knowing that it is useless speaking,
now, since the words has lost its meaning.
Trying hard to look into the past,
wondering what my memory will cast,
I saw myself doing a morning walk,
with a person with whom i had to talk.
There were lots of thing I was suppose to say,
before the very death of the day,
being uncertain that before the next day will dawn,
that person will be here or else be gone.
Despite feeling very meek,
I opened my mouth to speak, ...