The Elan

Writing a lot,
Since shutting the mouth.
I hanker for an exposed dawn,
To whom i confide in.
Outclass the stereotypes.
Liberate souls of the duskiness.

Why should my spirit share?
Just like thirsty counterfeit.
My scream is loud and high,
gonna call the tune after all.

I am wandering around myself,
Just having not realized those laid for me.
Lost is the lonesome night.
Search after search.

Look at the shadow,
Sniffing through the mirror.
All is too serious as a hell,
Tracing how terrible you have made.

Give birth to your renewal,
For the pledge never sighted.
Navigate the derivation of your single end.
Something away from your conscious past.

M. Nurul Hidayat
March 8th, 2019