4. Forever Cursed.
4. Forever Cursed.
The air was filled with dust as the door opened,
The naked bulb casting forlorn shadows around,
A depressing sight to welcome my return,
My breathing, my heartbeat, the only audible sound,
I took a few glances and came memories of that one Fall,
Before the sob the tears inevitably came first,
With a touch I flicked the yellowed switch by the wall,
And let out a sobbing sigh as I was thrust into darkness,
The room once my refuge, my haven, my retreat,
Now a derelict room that serves no purpose,
How I wish the decisions I’ve made I can repeat,
Time, what a curse.
Author's Note: I was just thinking of how i might feel when i come back during the Fall period in a few year's time. as in, come back from my studies in the States. How i might feel regret and sorrow and nostalgia.
unsure if it makes much sense, or if it's relatable to the message i'm trying to convey. but oh wells.
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Now playing:
The Juliana Theory - The Hardest Thingsvia
FoxyTunesLabels: Seasons of September
stoned @ 7:41 AM
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Listen...
Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.
Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.
Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.
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Kai Teoh, Seasons of September