Missing

Dear Dew,
I have been feeling very weird these days , i don't know why myself but well, here's a poem to illustrate part of my emotions.

Missing
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These meomories are killing my inner soul.
It search for me every now and then and I,
have no where to seek shelter.
No comfort i shall seek.

Walking in the lonely streets of my life,
i stopped where the leaves rustle in the wind and start to ponder where will i be taken next.
It swirls in my mind yet i was unable to figure it out.
Softly it blew but deep inside,
i am badly hurt.

A prayer i've made,
a curse fixed for the years to come.
What a prayer indeed,
what an exchange!

My soul is dead and my life has come to an end.
No more fantasies, no more crying.
As i stand alone,
I stand alone in this alien and ancient battle field.

I grit my teeth and i try,
i grit my teeth and move against these obstacles.
Words i shall not speak,
explanation i shall not bring.

This is where thunder starts to roar.
This is where lightening starts to strike.
This is the start of the days of a terrible storm.
A terrible storm in my heart.

Misses i shall not miss yet miss is what is in me.
A missing for past memories,
A missing for something which used to love me,
A missing for someone whom i should'nt miss,
A missing for the things i still hold on to when the terrible storm cast.