I was blessed with a privileged life.

Surrounded by the comfort of everyone’s smiles and joyful laughters,

Full from the abundant nourishment to fill up my hunger,

Luxurious amenities took care of my boredom right away.

These are things that a lot of people in this world do not have.

However, the things I fare is not what I am content with.

My own home that I dwell upon is my comfort,

               But I cannot come to it as I please with papers stacked on mountains and mountains.

My beautiful children explore the very depths of this wide-ranged world,

Filled with driven curiosity to see what goes beyond what we see,

                                         I cannot glimpse this scene of this movie.

My person that I have been through hell with back and forth,

Her soft, pale skin that I used to caress,

                  I cannot sense anymore. She turned into ashes and flew to the sky.

Within myself is a bombarded strife, pinned down through my veins of agony.

I do not know what lies before me,

Maybe, I am a discontent-fool-to-be.

The fare is repetitive, useless, and paradoxical: “makes me happy but not really.”

Can I really be what I want to be?  

My happiness has crumbled into pieces just like my life did.

All that is left is just blank, stary emotions in a robotical manner.

Rest-in-peace to the dears I treasured most.

Goodbye.

Hello to the empty gloom in the corner of my mind.

Welcome to my entropy.