In the entire darkness, it embraces those who suffer from sneer-- scandalous.
Though being raised as slaves, they stood until their limit was ultimate,
they fell, declined, but without leaving a single shameful regret in their head.
Only proud they felt, by persisting with the life they cherish, God had sympathized them with a 'try again'.
One became a brute, wounding and speaking menace to any passerby, threatening them for money to make a living.
Another became a criminal, who stole precious curios and antiques with no ending.
Once they doubted,'has life ever been meaningless before?'
They rather chose to be the previous slave they were, again.
They seems lost like a stray dog.
They seems blind like being chased in a dense fog.
They seems mindless when trapped in a labyrinth.
What they seek, was the light that shines and lead them to the right path, that took them to a place they belonged.
What they believe, was that the God would tell them about the direction to a new destination, for their own sake.
And what the God told them was,'the lost should awaits the dawn, and it will lead you to where you longed.'
Where we were, where we are, and where we will be, it should be decide by the dawn that shines upon the darkness.
Telepathy - by Antonia Blade
Languidly, I slip through the crowd, showcasing a taut atmosphere.
Sorrowfully, I learn that I’m the only one who don't know the strategy.
Not knowing if that sounds boring, I’m holding a book in my hand,
While the nonchalant crowd, not even making a teeny bit of sound, are all ninja-like soldiers.
While leaping across the ditch and walking along the street,
I flip over the pages,
depicting the splendid adventure of Alexander,
riding on the cool chariots, running towards me...
The soldiers are acting strange and weird,
coming forth in front of me as a straight line,
looks more like some incapable,useless fools that is undefendable.
Finally, the chariot pause... the bus stop.
On the bus,
I try not to fuss,
but with their synchronized demeanor,
I am cut out of the whole sphere.
The soldiers seems to be some marble statues,
Crossing their legs, striking the same beauty in the god-like pose.
Sucked their ears with a stylish eardrop, and
fixed their gaze in the device without a pause.
The long-awaited merciless war has eventually started.
Exchanging the battle formation, in an incredibly fast speed, not the soldiers but with fingers.
Not only until the game is over, will they ever wither.
Their actions are done just like a cycle, the game is unstoppable.
Not turning again to look back, I get off the bus.
I know, if I don't, there's no second chance.
Once again, I am drifting in the big crowd.
Going against the trend, facing the whole that is walking in the opposite direction.
Soon, vehicles too, move as the crowd does.
Disappearing in the dense fog, just like a mystery.
Until they are all gone, I lean lightly on the wall.
I, am rejected by the rest of the world because of their telepathy.