In this life

passing through this life with the silence we have scared memories,

I open the door into this life,

The chilling drought swept by,

Like a cherished blanket of cold fog,

Cutting career shape as dividing knife.

In this life nothing is constant,

The past engulf the present scared and shy,

The path of weakness question our moral reply,

To be here among the fleeting moment.

Surpass the night on shores of endless delight,

During the day I am in this life,

Anguish piercing the soul with unending grief,

Waking up to dry my bereave heart.

In this life with silence we have scared memories,

I live to lay awake turning pass my youthful hue,

Of sinful deeds I once in rapture knew,

To feel the flame of the sun burn in guilty tears,

Exposed bravery twisted and fled,

Melting bliss elusively wilted and procrastinates

Survival found existence more obstinate,

Making friends with the living and the dead.

In this life my heart is stirred to a burning flame,

Cocoon in an earthen cradle,

Hiding the masquerades of existence in confine stable

Endeavoring to see new opportunities begin.

A process aching to proclaim life,

Emotions humming discreetly,

Twitching and rocking indecisively,

Proclaim birth in other realm with grief.

Rage crying out from deep within,

Hope stoop calling from the ragged floor,

Brush away dust and mildew ardor,

To proclaim a new beginning.