TUNNEL

Against the four walls, lies a story untold

From a child whose hope disappear in the hands not on her own
Tries to escape in the same nightmare every night
But still chained up in the jail of agony and lust

I’m so restless...I’m always tired of doing something I’m not really aware at all
I’m sleeping to wake up, then wakes up to sleep again...
There are so many things I should be doing by now,
But don’t have even a slightest idea on how to start...

Time tends to forget but the consequences set on the table

So young but the yoke in her shoulder grew heavier and heavier
Not even toys can compensate
No fun anymore in child’s play

No one knows the weeping

No one knows the game.
The name or how to play
Facing the corollary alone
Would it make her stand on her own?

He’s so fragile; I wanted to reach him,

But I’m afraid touching him might shatter him into pieces
He’s suppose to take the first steps while I try to follow,
But it seems you’re taking me to nowhere

How I wish I can let go, I’m going to breakdown anytime now;
But how should I put myself together, so as yourself too...
Is it my fault?
This is your fault.

I think of negative and very frightening thoughts

Just to end up this mistake
To end up this disarray life
To end up everything

“This is reality”, she said

“It’s too cruel”, she added
But it hits her though, she take her cross
Accepts the fate that ditch on her road
REALITY... that how it is

She keeps moving on

Breakaway from the shadows of the past
Budge in the journey of nine months
But fate discern the fixture on its own
Days die a slow DEATH, though it would give a bliss stop
Shedding each hope like leaves falling from the tree
Until one day there are none...
No hopes... Nothing remains...

And life has something to offer, and then the consequence comes
Set to embrace the full meaning of responsibility
The self-proclaimed yet supported by many queen of sarcasm
A rational feminist of modern times

She is trying to play her role rightfully now...

Might be bothered and confused by mundane worldliness;
But believe she’d seen the real face of reality
Objectiveness and fantasy coexists in her world

Now the crying has stopped

Not a single word could be heard
No feelings... no hurt, no pain, and no misery
Supposed just to end up of suffering
Just silence that swallows up the whole room

She’s bending on the thin line, committing as what he has to

Dreadful, but comes here a fairy enthralled to her butterfly
She’s living to be the greatest heroine of her innocence
Simply she is