Section 9: Loneliness

Prologue

Weeping under the shower

Singing along the street

Shouting atop a tower

Dancing in morning heat

Gazing vainly in the mirror

Pulling another all-nighter

Rekindling last summer’s fire

In this lonely windy winter

Loneliness

As day gets devoured by the darkness of night

And the harsh sun shifted with the gentle moonlight

Unforgiving noon heat relieved by a fresh breeze

Cries and laughter faint into pure silence and peace

Unreachable stars dance from a distance of lightyears

Whilst emptiness here tears asunder the heart of desires

Loneliness comes knocking at the door with all its might

Whilst deathbed beckons at the stroke of midnight

Garden in My Heart

A garden resides in my heart

Its flowers blossomed in my soul

But are long abandoned in the dark

Left to freeze in time and die in the cold

Don’t all sakuras wilt after they fully bloom?

Don’t sunflowers wither in the winter season?

Don’t overgrown gardens have to be groomed?

Shouldn’t evergreen roses persevere in autumn?

This seed shall bear its fruits soon in the moon of June

And I’ll wait for that day here in this barren garden

While plucking and picking these dead plants in the meantime

Lining them into stanzas of words that rhyme

I Want to Feel Something

Take me out to the street

In the cosy backseat of your car

On a quiet smooth ride

Play a good sad love song

On your radio

On this lovely lonely starry moonlit night

Show me a secret hideaway

Where dramatic, romantic,

Melancholic wind blows

Blur out this line

Between pain and pleasure

For this non-existent bittersweet love

I Wish I Knew

Found myself pining away

Staring out the drizzle-touched window pane

Wasting time struggling to write

From my scarce vocabulary again

Attempting to heal invisible wound

No amount of words can ever do

Listening to lyrics that could speak

For my unsure pain just to get through

Vainly searching for the right rhythm

To make sense of this absurd mess

Searching for meaning in this suffering

And cure to this fatal illness

I wish I knew what privilege it was

To see your smile and hear your laughter

I’m seeing and hearing them right now

And they’re for me, but with another

We Live Different Lives

He dances in the spotlight

And sings with the lightnings

While I lie in the sunlight

And whistle with the winds

He sees a sea of seated wild people

And hears the thunder of crowd cheer

Whilst I watch the calm water ripples

As I hum along with the bird’s chirps

Afterlife

How long was I asleep

Or am I in a fever dream?

How much time have I wasted?

How far drifted am I down the stream?

Has nobody tried to awake me

Or was I in way too deep?

Has no one ever warned me

Or was I too stupid to heed?

Who is going to save this body

When it is drowning in the frigid water?

Who is going to save this soul

When it is being incinerated by hellfire?

Where has gone all the people

That I used to spend most of my life with?

What happens to all of the great things

That I have painstakingly achieved?

Vestige

I repainted the sad blue sky

With a palette of all other hues

But, alas, still there’s somehow

A faint tinge of the dominant blues

A stubborn stain from the curse

That you never completely lifted

Vestigial aftermath that left me

Down the stream, drifted and wasted

I’m walking a tightrope

I’ve burned the wobbly bridge

Wound has healed and scar effaced

But still there’s the itch

If my heart’s a compass

Then you must be my inherent north

And I’m a lost soul

A vagabond who can but head south

Firework

Colours fill the empty sky

Yet tears fill his soulful eyes

As firework marks the end

Heavy farewell to dear friends

I've been watching for a while

And I noticed his sweet smiles

May they return after this parting

For fireworks mark new beginnings

The Wind

The wind used to whistle

The slow song of this soul

It's now but a wild whirl

The wind used to whisper

Love letters that flatter

Now all I hear's anger

The wind used to say

That all will be okay

But now it tries to sway

How could I have known

That gale could turn to gust

And angel could turn to ghost

How could I have known

That even gold could rust

And diamond could turn to dust

But if the wind can change its course

Then perhaps so can human heart

Shore

Alone as I walk along the quiet reposeful shore

Accompanied by the trees, caressed by the breeze

Leaving footprints behind, drawing and inscribing names

I hear a tender voice, calling me by my name

I must be hallucinating, or so I thought

My sight suddenly graced by an unprecedented presence

On we walk, side by side, sharing stories of our worlds

A humble man conversing with a graceful angel

Until the end of the shore, when the night is nigh

The wind then takes her away, leaving a lonely man to sigh 

I wave her goodbye, but not without tears in my eyes

She disappears, along with her footprints as the tide rises

Thank you...thank you for the brief entertainment

I cherish each conversation, every single moment

I shall continue to stay in this place for a while more

Hoping, waiting for the angel to revisit this shore

Ghost

Far I stared, looking right through her

But she walked past me as if I wasn’t here

Am I the ghost, or she is?

Am I falling for the deceased?

Prologue

He wandered in search of an answer

And she showed him the road

Though in the end it led not to her

It led him home

Now he’s home