Post by sehanine on Oct 18, 2006 19:49:57 GMT 7
White. A blanket of emptiness spread out in front of me. It was a world of doubt, pain and fear blended into one. Oblivion, as I was fond to call it. The world where I stand still was nothing but white rays of light. A world that was empty.
The ache in my heart never stopped. I could hear the sound of every beat my heart made until it was cut in silence by the scythe of death and karma. It ripped my soul into a thousand pieces and blood spilled as the sharp edge of his scythe wounded my heart. And my aches turned into a black pool of hatred.
I slowly closed my eyes and lavished the pain I was feeling. It was bitter. It was sweet. I was on the line between loving and hating the ache I felt. As I slowly opened my eyes, tears started to roll down, I saw the blood I spilled crawled into every nook of my little white world. As if my world and my heart were devoured by the pain I felt for years.
“When will this feeling of failure be blown by the winds of hope?” I shouted as the last drop of my blood covered my paradise completely.
As the last drop touched the only white spot on the ground, I felt a weakness in my body. I felt my bones were taken away, my muscles twisted, my nerves plucked out! Then all of a sudden, I was swept into a deep slumber.
“You are not my son! Scumbag!” Another punch was thrown into my face. This was my birthday gift from my father every year. I was used to it. He was a drunkard and we couldn’t let him stop. He would love to hit me every time he saw me. The reason? I’m not sure. Maybe because I wasn’t really made from love. I was just born from this world because of my mother’s irresponsibility when she was just a teenager.
I was stunned as I unlocked the door in our house. There were clothes everywhere and the smell of liquor lingered in my nose. My heart beat went fast and I found myself running towards our bedroom. Right before I opened the door, I knew what was happening. She had betrayed me. My wife had found another.
“I will never come back here! Why do I have to stay in this house? My mom was more caring than you! I hate you!” My only daughter shouted back at me. She was packing her bag as I persuaded her not to continue her plans. “Caring? Your mom never left a single penny for us! She left us! She betrayed us!” I explained at her.
“She betrayed YOU!” And she stalked out of our house, finally ending her ties with me.
The chirping of the birds was suddenly in my ears and the light of the sun struck my eyes as I slowly opened them. The oblivion where I was standing, where I was hurt, where my blood was spilled was gone. A window stood beside my lying body.
I raised my hand and bathe it in the sun’s rays. It was real. I could feel the warmth of the sun in my palm.
Gently, I stood up and looked out the window. It was like a surreal painting of a paradise. A tree stood covered by a wig of red leaves, birds were singing its mirthful songs and the horizon welcomed my tear- stricken eyes. It was a paradise outside my white world. A utopia of my ache.
read and comment. lol! First of all, this not my work alone. The idea came from my group mates. We had this group activity of writing a short composition and I was *****igned to make it. but the plot and idea came from my groupmates. I just made it into words. It's a dark/angsty composition. I don't know. My groupmates are real psychos! LOL! Kidding!
The ache in my heart never stopped. I could hear the sound of every beat my heart made until it was cut in silence by the scythe of death and karma. It ripped my soul into a thousand pieces and blood spilled as the sharp edge of his scythe wounded my heart. And my aches turned into a black pool of hatred.
I slowly closed my eyes and lavished the pain I was feeling. It was bitter. It was sweet. I was on the line between loving and hating the ache I felt. As I slowly opened my eyes, tears started to roll down, I saw the blood I spilled crawled into every nook of my little white world. As if my world and my heart were devoured by the pain I felt for years.
“When will this feeling of failure be blown by the winds of hope?” I shouted as the last drop of my blood covered my paradise completely.
As the last drop touched the only white spot on the ground, I felt a weakness in my body. I felt my bones were taken away, my muscles twisted, my nerves plucked out! Then all of a sudden, I was swept into a deep slumber.
“You are not my son! Scumbag!” Another punch was thrown into my face. This was my birthday gift from my father every year. I was used to it. He was a drunkard and we couldn’t let him stop. He would love to hit me every time he saw me. The reason? I’m not sure. Maybe because I wasn’t really made from love. I was just born from this world because of my mother’s irresponsibility when she was just a teenager.
I was stunned as I unlocked the door in our house. There were clothes everywhere and the smell of liquor lingered in my nose. My heart beat went fast and I found myself running towards our bedroom. Right before I opened the door, I knew what was happening. She had betrayed me. My wife had found another.
“I will never come back here! Why do I have to stay in this house? My mom was more caring than you! I hate you!” My only daughter shouted back at me. She was packing her bag as I persuaded her not to continue her plans. “Caring? Your mom never left a single penny for us! She left us! She betrayed us!” I explained at her.
“She betrayed YOU!” And she stalked out of our house, finally ending her ties with me.
The chirping of the birds was suddenly in my ears and the light of the sun struck my eyes as I slowly opened them. The oblivion where I was standing, where I was hurt, where my blood was spilled was gone. A window stood beside my lying body.
I raised my hand and bathe it in the sun’s rays. It was real. I could feel the warmth of the sun in my palm.
Gently, I stood up and looked out the window. It was like a surreal painting of a paradise. A tree stood covered by a wig of red leaves, birds were singing its mirthful songs and the horizon welcomed my tear- stricken eyes. It was a paradise outside my white world. A utopia of my ache.
read and comment. lol! First of all, this not my work alone. The idea came from my group mates. We had this group activity of writing a short composition and I was *****igned to make it. but the plot and idea came from my groupmates. I just made it into words. It's a dark/angsty composition. I don't know. My groupmates are real psychos! LOL! Kidding!