- IPG Teknik, Kuala Lumpur [scratching eyebrows] 29/06/2012
I didn't participate in the poem writing competition. The due date is on 31 July 2012 and since I've got a lot of bloody hell things to do, moreover as a class leader, I couldn't find sufficiency in time to be poetic. Sad thing, isn't it? If I participate, I might win RM2000.00 and ho yeah Sony Xperia Acro S. God, give me time.
Sitting alone in the dark,Hands reaching the air.I search for what it means to see,I just... keep on living.
At times, I fall to my inferiority: kneeling.Because what hope promises, is too appealing.I summon Divine's help, for every downfall,Because my desire to be freed from living-in the dark; defeats it all.
Sometimes I struggle too hard, it bleeds me;Sometimes I work too damn much, I die;Rather than living, I am rotting internally.
Why do the light, hope and promise are too alluring?What is the meaning of freedom, when all it gives in suffering?
I don't know.