At the end of the tunnel we will see what has echoed into the heavenly skies from our past life. Before we reach the end, how will we determine our destiny? Will we be just another commoner or will we embrace our cherished dreams, act upon our courage and succeed in our ambitions?
This is a poem that I wrote recently.
I can not breathe, I can not move
I can not see clear and I can not think.
It's amazing how much has changed,
It's amazing how we grew.
In the awakening of one name,
In the realization of one event,
The world turns, not once,
But a blurry million times.
I reach out my hand to embrace you,
But all I feel is the emptiness of air,
I wish to picture you, just once in my minds eye,
And all I see is the broken links of our past.
I wish to remember your voice,
And all I hear is the echos of the wind.
I wish to understand,
But all I know is what I have not known.
I want dearly to tell you I'm sorry,
Of all the years of friendship not treasured,
But all I hear is my scornful guilt.
It was not till you were gone,
Did I realize how much you meant to me.
And now,
Now it is too late to say the sorry's,
Too late to say the good bye's,
Too late to say the I love you's,
And too late to say the I care's.
It was my downfall as a person,
That costed in our friendship.
It was my assumption,
That you will always be there.
It was my own selfishness,
To not value you like I should have.
And now it is my suffering,
That wipes away the memories.
To the depths of my soul,
I feel the revenge of my wrong doings,
I feel the unseen blood flowing,
And I feel the wraiths of my shame.
My eyes are drenched with sour tears,
My hands are covered in slaughtered friendships,
And my mouth can taste the bitter sweetness of truth.
The truth that time can not turn around,
The truth that I betrayed you,
The truth that I believed only in lies,
And the truth that I can not change a thing.
Now, I go on living,
Still alive, and still breathing,
But inside I have died,
Just like you, and so many others.
Nothing has changed,
I'm stilling living in the world with no morals,
Still believing those same old lies,
Still believing that I can move on.
By: Unice Tseng
