Thought Hunting War

My empty mind was so desperate trying to catch the swaying sarcastic thought that teasing him

Tearing echo (Engulf the emptiness and fill the void with your splendid ideas!)
Long time elapsed since I get into the mood of writing; so last night was the toughest one when I sensed a terrifying sentence blowing a trumpet inside my mind (The sun is falling down over your pale mind!), I felt sore in my throat; cold hand squeezed my heart and tears burned in my eyes; that poisonous sentence has left me almost dead!
My mind was bleeding the sweet memories of the old touchy writings, painful echo cuts my mind like a senseless surgical scalpel (your mind forgot how to think and your heart forgot how to feel!).
I was crying behind the fence of my lost thoughts; listening to the voice of my weeping tree of wisdom while the hands of darkness started to cut it down.
Unbearable silence; invisible dreams; missing thoughts; unknown words left my mind in a deep hollow; I was afraid that my precious thoughts skipped to another mind! My sightless mind tried hard to chase the shadow of my precious thoughts till my mind crashed into my recycle bin that contains my neglected garbage ideas from the old worthy writings , so my homeless mind was searching inside; echoing (This one is good! No? Ok that one! No...); my stormy echo (Stop!). Crushing memories and crushing feelings were roaring inside; unfolding an endless pain; and in a moment of rage I found myself burning all the old ideas!)
I was roaming the empty hall inside my head; looking for my missing recycle bin!
I was lost in the maze of time; and my mind was frozen in a drop of time!
In the beginning; worthy thought was swaying; dwelling; dancing with the wind of emptiness; teasing my hollow mind!
Torturer thought left me rolling over in a bed of insomnia.
My blind mind was holding a torn net trying to catch the sarcastic thought; thought painful echo (every nearness is faraway!); my poor echo (long time ago my mind forgot how to taste you (worthy thought)!).
I raised my numb hand; held my crying pen; wrote nothing but empty words on the excruciated paper; so I turned to read poems that suffocated inside my blue heart.
My mind fell on knees begging; worthy thought felt my suffering and tried to help my lost mind!
The regretful thought was crawling up my mind; sadly slipping down my viscous mind.
The curative thought tried to inject vivid ideas into my hollow mind; but the hollow was growing deeper.
The rhythmic thought whispered heard words to my deaf mind.
My mind prepared to wear the mourning dress; waving goodbye to what was once an era of glorious writing; finally the closure of inspiration gate!
My hopeless mind started to dig its own grave of emptiness when the saviour thought sent stormy newborn ideas that destroyed the grave and filled the void inside!
My mind returned to explode thoughts came to life and turned into magical words; my heart returned to beat like fire (if anything gets closer; it will melt down!).