The Unknown

When the world shrank so small into four walls.
When words are meaningless, blurted out just for the sake of saying something.
When promises has no meaning, a cheap consolation full of ingenuity.
When laughter got so hollow, thrown just to fill the quietness.
Sweet dream is even scarier than nightmare, blissfulness that becomes devastation when you're awake. When you realize that every happiness was, indeed, just a dream.
What is worth fighting for has either slowly but firmly taken from your grip, or pulled away from you so fast you can't even think.
The air got thinner and thinner and your breath becomes more shallow every second.
Darkness claims, covering your entire vision, leaving you alone in a place you couldn't even see.
With nothing to help you and no one to save you.
Your only friend is the prayer you constantly whisper to yourself.
Even that may slowly whither away....

Reality Beckoned

There were good days, I think
Leisurely days where we dance and sing
Days where smiling isn't a task
Times when laughter isn't a mask
Moments where happiness is real
When we can actually feel.

If those days exist, I have no recollection
Only thoughts of hesitation
Whether it was there
Or only a mirage in a land that's bare

Dare I not to dream even a second
A different thing reality beckoned
For I see nothing but darkness thick as tar
Something to wish upon from afar
Light I do not know
Happiness is just a distant glow

Never

Life is a constant battle she rarely wins.
Pound and broken, crashed and burned, she was never on the victory end.
She rise above only to let people knocked her out.
She rise above, help people rise higher, only to be knocked down again.
Floundering for help that she never gets.
Screaming for assistance she would never have.
She's running out of steam.
She's devastated.
Soon
She's going to be no more.

A Fairy's Lament

I am a fairy.
Living in an endless night sky.
With a pair of wings as my company.
I travel, not from places to places.
Instead, I wander between clouds.
Stopping is never an option.
For when I stop, all my power vanished,
taken away from me and not to return again.
Along the way I found people, faces.
Either I or them is the passerby, I do not know.
None stay, none come along.
I am a fairy.
Sent to set the stars twinkling,
and go around all over again.
Stopping is never an option.
For once I stop, I ceased of meaning.