In the
morning
When
everything is
Unknown and
strange for me
I don’t
talk to myself
As
It’s just
the poem which
I wrote
yesterday
The poem
still
Lingering
on my face
Mingled in
my eyes…
It says
Don’t
disturb me..
With your
lies…
I know
When it’s
attachment
Is finished
It will go
away
It will
leave me
Disdained…
And
Only naive
words
Will remain
Anyway.