Nights Poem by Shraman bajracharya

Every night cried out loud with no voices
no such a sound near by;
i regret for the short fraction of plesure
that i inhale out
i am bound by this mysterious pain
all mine inner dignty is washed away by the
stupid glee
pleasure i seek but aftermath is always worst than i thought
can' t face though i can't even run
what the mazy circle of path
that i always walk on..
somebody should say ' please! stop the things you are doing'
but things will still turn on to worst
that i can't terminate.
Followed by the unevenly walk
brainstrom lies in my alley
everything i do is madness
everything refers to me is a shameless pain
enigmatic thoughts, fooling oneself''s so differently
Externally its like heaves meet to earth but
internally in each breathe there is suffocation
calculation, misreading, perplex and mishidden.
MIsconception how am i going to explain.
but still confusedly rollin on
is the best part i can doth
that's what i am supposed to be
that's what i am..