He hope to be found one day,
In a lost world,
A World of Complexities,
Full of Unknown Identities.
He called for Rescue,
Behold no one to show up,
Languishing in a pit of hell,
Of gruesome and cruelty.
Even though he has been found,
but still lost,
As life perplexities tends to winder him away.
Could he be found
Perhaps as long he believed in the light of the living,
Though he dares to,
But demons wouldn’t let him,
Demons of fear, emotion, guilt and anxieties flow in his blood.
Who shall then set him free
There is only one person,
And the person is himself,
Through the power of faith,
It shall be possible,
Adieu, he says To the World
where life of a man is full of history.
The Pen Creative World 