Thursday, November 18, 2010

poem

Walking in darkness without a destination

The silence makes me blind, swallows all my spirit up, sinks my soul into forever loneness

Too luxurious to beg for a ray of sunlight

After passing through the path of darkness, another follows up

Endless life without vitality

Meaningless, hopeless

All of this keep me away from a thing called feeling, a thing called dream

Suddenly, I see a flame, free from flaws

How pure is it..

Come, come close to me please

It really comes my way, passes me and disappears in a moment

A car

No strength for me to stand, no reason for me to believe

Everything is fakeeven a flame

“Future”, I say, with my confused eyes