a poet for myself

well, after a while, this is me coming back.. with a result of the activity of my right brain.. here it is, a poet for myself

What’s the meaning of tears when I can’t even cry?

What’s the meaning of regret when I don’t even know what I missed?

What’s the meaning of love when I can’t even feel it?

Drag me to the core of well

The sun looks so tiny, glimpse to the clarity

And then fade away

As myself stop feeling the world revolve