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wanshu Feb 2021
perfect illusion ,invisible hope
countless unaswer question
it was a cliff of edge
everyone hope beyond this boundary

after getting into this
there was no exit
countless loud sounds
make my ear crazy
but i cant reach into it

covered by red ink
trembling voice shout out
it was never ending scene
repeating moment,
reach up those hand
"save me now"
it will never end

it was a false alarm
like a blooming flower in the panic city
getting deeper into it?
only darkness there
faint smell surounding this hell

desperate with non- meaning action
hope was just a lie
light just become darkness
the one that gonna end was me

this finally come to the end
gonna disapear without single  breeze
the petals falled
i will in your memory
but im accepeted that at the end
i will become forgotten petals that blown away by the wind
wanshu Nov 2020
incomplete

it was a blue sky,
and there was a hope inside my heart,
but,why it doesnt seem like that ?,

that light brightly opening like an angel's ladder,

the 'me' inside your heart doesnt seem like the 'me' in my heart,
when did i start to feel like this?,

the cold and icy glory,
trapped in the fog,
inside your words,
flying throughout the night,
feeling hesitate for denying the truth,

that light opening like an angel's ladder,

nothing will gonna happen anyway,
these feeling keep binding me up,
make me feel miserable and incomplete,

everyday in pain ,
hopping that this is just a passing illusion,
disappearing with the pouring raindrops,
but,why it getting clearer everyday?

the further i go,
the closer it get,
im in fear,
but im keep hold on,

my burning heart not going to hold on,
even if im pray to god ,
i have to accept that the heart has lost its place,
the eyes has lost the light,

that light become bluring like an ink on a old paper,

the maze has changing,
it is a different path,
and i found 'you',
who lead me to the peace and silent,
where i have been safe and sound,

the darkness spread like a whirlwind,

im following 'you' who hold my hand,
like a ray of light in the darkness,
im following you,
to forget the curse of being incomplete.
this poems for people who survive as a "depress and skyzo" 'victim'

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