Lost spirit


O my restlessness! 
Tell me when you'll leave; 
I can't soften your hardness, 
As I've lost my spirit.
My spirit to fight, 
My spirit to unlock; 
To climb infinite height, 
And break the hardest block.

But now, it sounds like a dream, 
Coz I've lost my dignity; 
And no one returns my spirit, 
Neither the God's majesty.

Matter can not be created, 
Nor be destructed; 
This is the only reason for me to feel, 
That my enthusiasm is not wasted.

I always pen down to get it, 
But I am unable to find; 
I can not gather my pieces, 
As I am broken infinite times.

In this feeling-less crowd, 
No one is worth to trust; 
And if you ever dare to do, 
Just be ready to be badly crushed.