reminiscing

i miss waking up in the morning,
rushing to work, running to catch my train.
i miss the long lines that kept me waiting
and often made me late. I miss the faces of tired drones
in the train forced to bare another day.
i miss that nasi lemak i often ate in the pantry
each time when i came in early. i miss hating alex for
each n every word he said. i miss feeling agitated each time
i had to stay back late. i miss the feeling
of despise when completing a rigorous task they gave.
i miss sleeping in the dark corner while
pretending that im working. and i miss the sweet
glimpse of her that i took when she came by passing.

rampant... still

a gift...

yet rampant still

rampant

these walls...
theyre caving in

maybe i am not the man i thought i was

this room...
it sucks
plain and punishing

this urge...
it sucks
fain and demeaning

in due time?
just a phase?
a mistake, a gift, a maze?

rampant...