• Nov. 3, 2020, 12:24 a.m.
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I think I’ve run out of sedatives
just to numb the pain within.
I know, they can be addictive,
but I can’t deal with my feelings.
These days, they can be overwhelming.

So, what do I do now?
My ideas are also running dry.
What if my inspiration’s about to die?
What do I write about?

I suppose it’s time for more poetry
especially for the lonely.
Let the rhymes describe this agony,
even when the reason is nowhere to be.

Will I be able to silence
these annoying thoughts
demanding (for) my attention?
I guess I’ve invited too many ghosts in.
Now my Isolated Castle’s getting too crowded.

For now, poetry’s all I have.
Hopefully, it’s not the only one left.
I need to get them all out of my head
before my sanity’s completely crushed to death!

Jakarta, September 2020

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