Saturday, September 1, 2012

Untitled.

A slight glimmer, a slight reprieve,
A momentary shine, delightfully received.

A short pause, a moment's hesitation,
A short plea, ends in desperation.

A promise, lost in the echo, unwillingly,
A vow, made from the ashes, the aftermath of tragedy.

One last breath, one last intake,
One last effort, knowing what's at stake.

One more chance, one more window,
One more gasp, before death takes hold.


A promise, lost in the echo, unwillingly,
A vow, made from the ashes, the aftermath of tragedy.

The words that form, wanting to be told,
Held back in silence, before the people know,

The memories that form, wanting to be known,
Held back in silence, before it scatters..blown,

The emotion that form, wanting release,
Held back in silence, before the already deceased.


A promise, lost in the echo, unwillingly,
A vow, made from the ashes, the aftermath of tragedy.






2 comments:

Anonymous said...

YOU NEED TO SEE A PSYC BEFORE YOU GO TO ENGLAND. LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE OF IT. DON'T BLAME EVERYONE ELSE FOR YOUR SHORTCOMINGS. BE A MAN AND PLAY THE HAND YOU WERE DEALT. IF YOU FOCUS ON WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO TO SURVIVE, YOU MAY TURN OUT TO BE A DECENT HUMAN BEING, BUT SO FAR YOU ARE FAILING YOURSELF. YOU CAN DO BETTER!prdada

Chang Ching Wei, CCW said...

errr... what?