Another downpour by Masaki, speaking up my heart.
The Storm Inside
O Storm, you have wreaked my life,
Shattered my heart like pieces of glass,
Ruined the gardens of memories I had made
Snatched everything I had— and alas,
Everything I loved is gone too.
Now I am behind the bars;
Behind the cage of emotions, trapped,
O Storm, you have hidden all the stars
Of love I had.
I am going to be mad.
Insane. Disdained. Forgotten.
O Storm, you have left me nothing,
But on I walk for miles and miles…
With a strapped heart and a fake smile.
One of my imaginary friends, Masaki, was going through downs in his life and wrote a poem to express his feelings.
There are times I feel
To isolate and perhaps seal
Myself from the outer world.
Maybe I was destined,
Maybe I was defined
To be alone, to be out of place,
Since the dawn of time.
Here, in my petty rhyme,
I try in vain to explain the pain,
I face every day.
Paining mind, paining heart,
Deep desire to end and start
Everything from the beginning.
Time lost, hours lost
In trenches of misery,
In quarries of worry
And fear of the coming days.
I need to pave my way,
But something drags me from behind—
Again I fall in dark traps
And all the sufferings start to rewind.