The Dark Forest

If I could imagine what my feelings and predicament now, I would say I am in the heart of a forest, forgotten, dark and lonely. No light penetrates the dark shafts of the forest floor and no birds sang in this lonely land. Nervousness and fear fills every inch of my body and soul until I feel I would break down. Sometimes I cry to pass the time and sometimes I try to walk my way to light, but each proved a dead end. I feel despair, as though my heart would never know joy again. All the warmth and smiles seemed to have forsaken me, or the forest and its terrible darkness. I feel isolated, scared and apprehensive. I am distraught.
The exact sorrow that I feel now, no one would ever try to know or comprehend. I feel completely engulfed by gloom and feel as if I had turned into part of darkness. The little happiness that had lived in my memories now seemed so distant a dream that I fear they were insane thoughts.
How I wish this eternal night would come to an end. This devilish nightmare is turning me into a crazed soul and I fear when the day comes and my mind can’t take it anymore, the ground, though cold and hard, would become my last resting place, where my heart though laden with depress, would find peace and stillness at last.

Why does the world breeds sorrow

Why does the world breeds sorrow?
Are promises always empty?
The photographs capture joy,
So why don’t they retain it?
Nothing would describe the way my heart now wrenches, how I wish someone would lend me a shoulder to cry upon.
But I know, no matter how hard I yearn, how much tears are wasted, yesterday would never return.
Tomorrow is fraught with dangers.
I anticipate, I fear.
My body is filled with regret or is it not?
My head hurts from thinking as the turmoil inside me finds no way out.
It seems as though bursting and no one would understand it.
Why can I seek solace and relief?
No even words would describe 1 fraction of how I feel now.
My heart hurts from too much yearning and I feel I would burst into a million pieces from too much agony.

The Land of no Rays

With tears of sorrow we despair. With cries of charging we cease rest.
With renewal of undying hope we swear never to cry. With surge of new strength we rejoice.

Victory in hidden eyes,
Desire deep inside.
Since the day fate joins five,
It seemed
they were doomed to die.

One never did look back,
Two never did see in eyes,
Three were up in rise.
When at last the four appear,
They thought days of clearing were near.

But as wicked as things would be
More woes await them.
Dark again are the ways
In these times of troubled days.

Amidst clouds of frays
Who but would have guessed?
It had bred some unnerving ways.
Etched in hate,
And armed with quests,
Four have sworn to always stay.
Isolated they may be
But not alone, they cried!
Let the storms beat,
Or let the boats sink,
Four will stick and die.

Despite thorns that laid the road,
And tears that counted time,
Courage was born and lived.
Thus, Destiny took pity,
Light too, took them in.

Alas, they have lasted to see clear high skies.
Of one, their hearts now thump.
Forever they fight
Arm to arm
Down to the last teeth
And they will still say,
With tears of sorrow we once despair.
With cries of charging we now cease rest.
With renewal of undying hope we swore never to cry.
With surge of new strength we rejoice.
But,
Don’t you dare mirror us!
For agony won’t spare.

Long has the time they seen gay,
Long has the time they known jays.
But rest assured,
They have prayed:
Our spirit shall always remain
Till the day, land sees
its last of rays.

Final Illusioning

So many times, the monster we call Lost, would be by our side, creating this feeling of panic surging inside you, including the silent, desperate call of help.
These, are eating you away.
The power, overwhelming.
Imagine standing on a stretch of busy road. Everyone is scurrying pass you, headed for a certain destination, but, you are watching in a daze, at a loss of what to do.
You stand, stranded.
The image blurs, everything starts to spin, your head starts to swim and your mind is in a whirl. Distress seizes you.
It's nauseating. It's never ending.
The only thing you want to do is to swear and curse at the top of your voice, deep inside wishing that things would return to normal.
You are putting on a brave front against Lost.
Imagine standing on the deck of a cruise ship, powered only by the huge, merciless waves of the Pacific Ocean. The fuel had run out, the hope had diminished, the fighting spirit had died. Ugly and treacherous waves crash onto the deck, the vast, black ocean threatening to drown the ship and all. You watch on fearfully, not knowing the shivering is a result of coldness, fright or hunger. Your heart thumps so hard against your chest that it feels as if it would force its way out anytime.
Your ship stands in the middle of nowhere.
A thousand cries away from home, literally.
You are fighting a losing battle against Lost.
You cuddle yourself for warmth, praying that the waves would stop beating onto the fragile sides of the ship that is holding everything together. You would feel almost suffocated, by the damp air and your fear.
You stand, stranded.
The only thing you want to do now, isn't to fight against this powerful storm. No, you have no more will, no more strength. Courage had simply ran out on you.
The only thing you want to do now, is to sit down and burry your head in sobs, hoping that by some miraculous means, home, would find its way to you.
Let go.
Let the tears flow, let distress apeace your soul.
Only then may we hope to find the light of true courage, the light of direction, leading us the way, in the pitch dark, ardous road ahead of us.
There is still a long hard way ahead of us. May the light be found