dear poet (2nd version)

late at night, thousand thoughts lingers in mind can't sleep why? maybe... memoirs of the past keep haunting once again, I bleed from pain as I reached my pen scribbles, scribbles, scribbles... the scars of every word embedded to create a masterpiece the hidden metaphors are like my masks of my feelings, the unsaid thoughts, that I wished that I said it before.. but, how? I know it's too late, and here I am in my sweet escapade trying to express myself freely. as to ease the pain I feel inside.