Long Gone,

Long gone* Long gone, I’ve been here many times before… Standing at this window, Looking upon this hopeless world. Every little breath I take could be the last ride my soul could enjoy, I’ve been here many times before, Looking upon this faithless world, Every beat of the heart I hear could be the last I could enjoy, Every moment that passes away could be the only mile I could enjoy… The pain nev’r console, Every little moment that passes away it’s a stitch that holds my smile together… I’ve been here many times before… Sitting here and there enjoying the gift that I nev’r wish to receive… I gave it all up, for what? Because at the end, I end up returning with a price as a pain to console… The pain that meant to dust me through even when I’m already shining with tears… I’ve been here many times before… Sitting before this window, Hoping and longing for better day to be present… Suffering is never a gift for the bad spirits, For it has no space to live in a heart full of dirt… But suffering is for the good spirits, So when the time comes they could remember how to shine in the world full of dirt… And still maintain the beauty even when there’s a traveler traveling with no license in their own world, I’ve been here many times before… I kept asking myself why I’m I standing across this window… The scripture I see in my eyes has been never enough to give birth to the words that could easily console me… Tears come and go, Just like a sunshine running out of time to step into another world… The pain is murder, and my hope is my protector, The pain is a killer, And my faith is my number one fan to follow me even when I’m no longer a winning team…. I shall walk through the shadow of pain even when I’m no longer wearing the skill of perseverance…I’ve been there long gone before…and you shall pass too… End of poem 14