POEM #3

OUR LAST

Lost in the midst of chasing his trace

Heart’s afraid of losing his face

Yet he has vanished in the chamber of darkness

Act like a prey while hiding from the beast

Struck by an arrow which came from the vast

While wandering in the forest that forever lasts

Hit in the heart, bleeding to death

Fell to the ground, six feet grave beneath

Calling for an aid in nowhere

Plead for help in the vast of the air

Bloodstains drop a tail on the ground

As heart’s weakly and painfully pound

Tears gleams as it falls amidst the dark

Blood leaves a crimson spark

Crawling upon my knees as I reach for your hand

But you turn away and didn’t help me stand

Lips turn dry as I gasped for an air

Too painful that I can’t even bear

Too hard to hardly took a breath

Last breath of you and our memories together had bled to death