re: joy

there are no exact words
to answer for all the regrets.
for such has no answers
and what means does exist
to straighten other's mistakes?

it lingers like a voiceless ghost
unseen, unheard,
but responds in plain coldness,
making you feel
that it has always been there
just like the 22nd of december.

i woke up this morning
feeling the white clouds behind my eyes
hands are filled with scars
and yet i wasn't sure if if hurts
for the mind refuses to know that it does.
somehow it was saying...
"don't feel it, for those aren't yours,"
and for a minute or so,
i was lifeless.

the past, the regrets and i
had become one...
the inevitable existing dead.