The feeling

The sudden lost
the bit of hope
deep inside
most feel it
some give it
but who owns it?

The feeling
feels like the last drop of water
of hope
evaporated from the desert

The pain
or strain
no one knows it but yourself

seen people poring their sorrows
watched people do foolish things
but the blame lies unknown

Whose to own

That time

Most of the time
when we get too busy with things other than our lives
we will suddenly stop abruptly

That moment, be it that one meal you are having alone in that busy foodcourt
walking home late one night
staring at the computer screen aimlessly one afternoon
lying on your bed that night when you couldn't sleep

The moment strikes pretty hard, sometimes cold
leaving you speechless
But first of all, you have nothing to say to it

So bearing the insatiable feeling
you face this brief period
like a deer staring at the spotlight

They call it loneliness
some rephrased it as boredom
but i call it my best friend