reprisal.
a nut case trapped in a shell deep,
lights deprived with horizons unknown,
sober fathoming questions,
answers blurred in deceptive shadows.
dirty little fingers creep,
towards uncertain existence,
digging shallow truth,
uncovering disastrous pain unendurable.
path to the stairs, where?
keys to the hidden doors, lost,
gates closed for hearts who did,
a valid pass, are we missing it?
the next flight is a flight eternal,
permanent as the past, non-erasable,
unimaginable yet crucial,
the schedule is set, yet we're losing the battle.
who's holding the right?
who has the right?
who has the right to question the right?
who is right?
a nut case, sane yet confused,
wandering with grilled eyes,
choosing to be ignorant,
while missing his flight.
the next flight is for every man to board,
a chance to ride is the chance to be grabbed,
yet so little hands grasp,
and so little hearts know.
we reap what we sow.
we catch what we throw.
we get what we know.
it's the final call for boarding.
who has the boarding pass anyway?
2 comments:
very deep.
*Syukri, it's a sad thing, u seem to have drifted away. life's a real bonkers these days, but it wouldn't hurt to note down comments once in a while kan? just missing a good blogger's company :)
i seem to misplace mine too, the boarding pass.
is there still time to search under this rumble of sins i unnecessary created?
agreeing with Syaza. missing a good company (:
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