quiet hawk
“Wowee, what a blast~”
Midst of the corner,
Where nobody could ever shudder,
An image pops up in the mental landscape,
Something that can only rise and escalate.
Sensations are mountain high peaked,
Fire keeping it going and flowing,
So after the moments are done,
What did you truly gain?
“Man, this keeps going on~”
Time dashes to dozens of laps,
Each sight higher than ever on the scale,
Pink-blossoms are the signs of an intense express,
Although things can’t keep going on like this.
“Say, why was I ever like this?”
The marathon of days looped on and on,
Efforts to sustain the summit drags on too far,
The torch should’ve never been lit,
So such a pitying scene would dearly fit.
Arms, limbs, all are imbrewed with stained curses,
Wash them away, the mind still remembers scars like clear day,
On the day the action is fulfilled,
Meaning of existence took joys away with the sorrowful realization.
“If I’m just like this for life, why do I live?”
rich yoke