As the  mountain wind blows
with an ominous boom,
the mandarin ducks
in migration quack, aloud-
and spread gloom,
the water once I swam
had a stench that kills lilies inch by inch,
I feel a pall of gloom
spreads around, a numbing grey shroud.

I wait here alone, at the end of my tether,
my heart being eaten by moths with long fangs,
soft voices die, acrimony reigns,
things need to be done, can't wait any more,
please listen, my heart's only hope.
I can't share the pains with none, but you,
I waited , staring at the path's end,
harsh light made my eyes sore, tearful.

I feel, now the dark alone will take over my soul.
I  listened, the bell ringing at your end,
but you didn't  pick up the phone,
did you in thin air vanish altogether?
you don't understand, but time
runs out, like a  sudden dam burst,
*the world we believed in, is crumbling, with a sound,
this deluge will pull everything, down
Please do something. This is the last call.