Catharsis

Chapter 1: Beginning Past the five days Did each one by one feel like the present Wake up by midnight, sleep by morning Repeat twice My reflections Whether it was a feeling I could not understand Whether it was something detestable I longed for and searched An empty thought A little cage of it For it , was alone Continuing to wonder Continuing to sleep Did it never cry underneath The blood soaked tree All it could say , all it could wanted What is my Catharsis?