Year Made: 1998

Author’s Notes: I felt like posting this (although I’m no longer a six-year-old when I was writing this anymore) because I can’t deny that the memory is still with me then—even until now. Well, please tell me what you think.

Hope for the Gone

Looking out in the terrace

Watching all the snow drop by

Staring at the tiny specks of ice

Reflecting visions of oblivion.

My first decision is to go

Examine every joy and woe

Fear and hope descended onto the heart

Seems like eternity

Looking at the sunset and cry

Wondering where he was all this time

Fury ate all hope, leaving a crumb

But to no avail.

Looking out in the terrace

Watching all the snow drop by

Staring at the coldest of crystals

Wishing I was warm and dry.

(You notice the lines where more expressed when I was younger. After the incident, I guess my poetry skills have left me. Now all I can do is make songs and stories. Who else can I blame but myself?)

If somebody here is willing to help bring that soul to life once more, please do so.