Works
of Kitasha
Storm
The rain beat
upon the earth's surface mercily,
As the wind
howls with great sorrow.
I step into
the aftermath of the storm.
Looking to
the sky, I see the sun shine upon the clouds brightly,
Its rays never
touching my face.
I grin as
i can see the full moon brightly against the pale blue sky,
The forest
and dam pour out a relentless fog,
Ever covering
the roadside and houses in the distance.
I return home
at night fall and once again the storm has come.
The lightning
flashes brightly, lighting the darkness of the sky,
While the
thunder pounds fear into the beating hearts of small children.
The rain taps
relentessly upon the window trying to get through,
As the candle
flickers with life from the cool breeze that blows by.
Once again
the silence falls from the darkness.
I step from
the shadows and look up at the moon,
Which is now
shrouded by the silohettes of the clouds still passing by
Vacation
from the World
I wish for
something so magnificent,
So powerful,
that it can not even be found in my dreams.
I wish to
be free from this world.
I feel trapped
and angered at the gravitational pull
That holds
me down and keeps me from my destiny.
I wish to
be free from the hatred of mankind,
All the pain
and suffering,
All the sorrow
and tears,
All the love
and hate.
Then I finally
find my soul where it wants to be.
A place where
I myself am alone,
Away from
the world,
Away from
the feelings that the world
pounds into
every heartless soul that it touches.
I wish to
remain here,
Away from
the underworld,
Away from
the outerworld,
A vacation
from all worlds.
No
One Stops the World from Turning
As i lie here
alone in the shadows of darkness,
The world
goes on without me.
I make no
difference,
No matter
what i do or say.
I can't change
the past, present or future.
All the pain
and all the suffering make no differences.
Everyone suffers,
nothing changes.
The dim light
shines on an empty world,
Which will
remain this way for an eternity.
Death
Within
As I sit here
I realize I am dying,
Everyone is
dying.
All the hearts
scream out with agonizing pain,
Begging for
mercy,
Hoping the
grasps of death will let go.
It tries over
and over to be free,
Until one
day...it stops.
It stops trying
and you stop living.
To death we
are but a mere sole waiting to be taken.
Where doust
thou souls go?
Away in the
shadows?
Or vanish
like hopes and dreams?
Or is it evocated
into another
Relentless
and pitiful form
That has evolved
into this corrupt world?
No one knows
until the day,
The day when
the red heart of life
Gives into
to the call of death
And the answer
is layed before them.
Walls
of Confusion
As I walk
down this dark, narrow hallway,
I feel the
walls closing in.
I ponder to
myself
Is this real
or just a dream?
This hallway
has no end or beginning.
I feel trapped
and confused.
Should i stay
here and die a painful death?
Having every
bone shattered,
Every organ
grinded,
Every dream
hopelessly forgotten.
Or should
I try and run from the darkness,
run from the
powerful grips of hell
burning at
every step i take,
awaiting my
mistake that will
cost me an
eternity in the darkness of hell.
Time is running
short.
Suddenly the
walls stop moving,
The sound
of the closing still roaring lively.
How long will
they stay this way?
How did they
stop?
I begin the
search,
Only hoping
i will escape in time.
Destiny.
I solemnly shed my tears for happiness.
For a joy I forever seek.
So far beyond me,
So hard to reach.
Tearing away from me,
My soul yearns for freedom.
Like a heart in the cold of winter
It panics and shudders.
When will i find that which i desire?
A long endless journey is upon me.
I shall stand tall and prove courageous,
And one day happiness will be upon me.