Rising of poetry [An Original Poem]

[an original abstract art by myself]

And I do not write again poetry
I can not remain silent as toxic,

Billow black and dark procession,
I am alone, very alone in this strange event.

I live every day to live in dream
Beyond anyone’s eyes keep watch.

Touch orchids, but not smell it,
drink nectar but do not taste.

I laugh but there is no sound,
I weep without tears on my cheek.

Returning home late, tired in body
Memories are calling me every day.

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