The Last Breath
Tonight, I was awaken by the loudness of silence.
Roaming around, I witness nothing’s presence,
I was engulf by fear, the fear of darkness;
While the clock is clicking the time of loneliness.
The breeze touches through my skin,
In a veranda, I my only support is a lean;
The flashback flashes in such to a play,
When I always try hoping for a pray.
That across the field, with the flowers that bloom,
A smile will be drawn, my face to gloom,
While watching fireflies give off some light;
With shine, brightening the dark, quiet night.
But the present seems against to my all,
Just reaching some things according to my goal;
Even my own strength left me alone,
I keep running, was tripped, and so I mourn.
The yellow smile suddenly turned blue.
This happiness was never been true.
From the start, life’s cruel not kind;
No more hopes to think in mind.
I continue asking why it is me.
But aside from me, who can it be?
Oh please! The pattern of life, bring it back,
For I want to travel a different track!
My eyes, the liter of tears; I cry,
Until dawn, the suffer, it will dry;
How much I wish for life to be a lie?
And tomorrow, why is it I need to die?
- Mr. Anonymous
