Life

by Sun Qiaochu

This poem was edited from what my friend once wrote about his boring holidays. Its what I feel about my future ever since I fell sick. Life seemed like a deep dark hole, which lay before me. I’m actually quite dubious bout it sometimes. But don’t get me wrong, I’m not emo. Haha. =D

Empty like the gaping jaws of death
Lays me as time confronts me.
A dark mist shrouds my thought, Numbing me and taking away from me
All hope of being light at heart again.
And, oh! My dreams too! I wonder what would come out of them then... But for now,
It is still continuing to Smother me from the outside and Burning me from
the inside...