Like a helpless child, I tried to cover my ears,
unused to the deafening silence.
The great war has ended
and I was left here, standing still.
The city is in shambles.
It has turned into a ghost town.
Dust-covered house I used to call home,
now broken and bruised—irreparable.
"I am lonely," I uttered.
It echoed straight into my soul.
"Save me," the faint sound of the
last piece of hope left in me.
But a strange voice came to remind me,
"No one will come, no one."
But I still chose to believe.
I waited and waited.
Like the clueless child that I am,
I waited and waited.
"No one will come, no one."
The strange voice whispers again and again.
"I know...I know..."
I uttered it repeatedly.
I know, but I'm still waiting.
A hopeless wish,
a fleeting hope.
And as I lull myself to sleep,
My vision cleared.
I am alone...
I am lonely,
standing still in a ruined city.
And beyond the walls that I refuse to break
I see a town, a happy place,
full of smiles, hope, and love.
Full of everything I am deprived of.
Full of everything I refused to take.
A lone tear escaped my deeply shut eyes.
And like a little child who misses home,
I wept and wept until I couldn't anymore.
Realization is a kryptonite,
a detrimental pill I was forced to swallow.
The truth that I chose not to hear.
I am a fool—a cold-hearted fool.
I refused to live beyond the walls
to find a place I can call home.
I refused to live beyond the walls
only to cage myself into a
prison, which I used to call solitude.
—city of ruins
justsaturnine
