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I'm not lost but I just can't figure it out. 

Which road should I take to walk with my pain. 

All the roads have a long walk if you were sad like I do now. 
Walking like a dump person whom doesn't know the north to south. 

Until my eyes saw a blind woman asked me to walk with her. 
Since she's familiar with all those roads and she can take me to the right road. 

I walked near by her with my face very hopeless and a heart almost going to stop. 
She asked if I'm the poet who writes about lost love in the middle of the night. 

My eyes dropped tears before I spelt my answer to her question. 
Right away she said a poet like you always writes with the Ink of his own tears. 

While his heart is burning more and more because he kept spraying pain 
Of the past all over his silent saddens just to describe his conditions in a darker way. 

I stopped weeping worried if the road is lounger then I accepted which 
I never wanted to get blind and never finding the right road and die by myself. 

Out of saddens she smiled because she knew that I stopped weeping and 
Said that my problem I could never find the dark road to mercy. 

Only because I lived with a broken hopeless heart who can't find the real love. 
Which she's blind of crying of reading my proses and poems and never could find me.

15/3/2014