One friend comes
one friend goes.
All this pretending
builds up the anger
inside the soul
of passing time.
Dark souls of negative
energies, being of war
Easing of winds-
in my storm:
I am not sure what
is happening;
all I know
the storms of
jealousies, slander-
fake, and yet
obvious lessons for me.
I lose one by one;
the world of dark souls-
clinging on me-
I am offered a breakthrough;
the through of high winds
and clashes of thundering
that will impress the past,
but bring through the
storms of passing times.