DOOMED

Alone in the dark,
in a gloomy place,
My sullen heart is pumping hard,
like a nuisance of a thunder;
My soul is melancholic,
like a melody of a sad song.
The rhythms of the rain,
are like my tears splashing in agony.
Oh how pathetic I am in this world of
wanton.

The realm of life is a mere phantasm,
living only in my wildest dreams.
I am doomed in my memoir.
Oh how I wished I can redo my past.
Behind my smiles are false hopes.
The fate is never in my favor.
Am I punished for all my sins?
And now, I am in nowhere,
hearing the chirping of the birds,
whisking of grasses,
and roars of the wild beasts.
I am lost, trapped, yet in frivolity.