Under the shadows that cloud over
Under the whispering breathes in the hallow
Under the world awake of the conscious trend
Under and in the quiet subconscious life

No sunshine to glare its blinding brilliance
No storm to thunder the out joy, anger and sorrow
No night that sedates the mind asleep in peace
No where and no one to glance a loving thought

Inside to the field of blossomed misery
Inside is but a castle tainted and abandoned
Inside aches an unsealing wound
Inside the mind is a devastated and barren home

Here stands the shadow of the past
Here writing the endless words of arts
Here with the troublesome dilemma to write artworks
Here and only, the words spit itself in beauty or disgust

Today will the sun rise or dawn? Though time is endless
Today is another step through the artless canvas
Today again to write the trapped love, tragedy, anger, sorrow
Today once again and again words sing their ballads