A friend asked me to write something

Something that could express the anger, loss and pity

that she has carried until now.

Here it is Chaw, hope you keep fighting the good fight. 

 

Years of confusion and waiting

For 60 seconds

Of pure truth

Truth that cannot be voiced out.

 

Time spent on watching,

Wondering and getting hurt.

 

From shyness

To cowardice.

From pacing

To fear.

 

Sad to believe

That only an empty shell

Of what used to be hope

Is left.

 

Nothing for the taking.

None whatsoever.

 

Pathetic…

 

The world has no use for martyrs

Who have nothing to fight for.

 

No heroes are weak.

No journey has no purpose.

 

Deciding

Has consequences,

Face it.

Actions

Have results,

Deal with it.

 

Keep it real,

Don’t waste time.

 

Make your move.

Find out.