I sat silently listening to silence,
Reflecting on how good life could have been but it isn’t.
Reminiscing on how good it was before it all happened; life ceased to be fair.
Realising how bad it is now and how worse it is getting,
Thinking on how possible it is that life could still be restored to normalcy.
Planning on how to prevent it from worsening towards the worst road.
In all and all after the deep thoughts; I only see the ruins of life staring at me.
Woke up from sleep and felt like I dreamt of the end of the earth.
Everything seemed so real; I have some bruises still in me
Looking so confused as I just realized that I have woken up in a new place.
A better view in the mirror revealed more of me than I remember.
I became so frightened that I so shouted and something happened;
The echoes of my voice shouted back at me louder.
Just then, I realized; I am the only one left in this ruin.
I thought there was hope, until I saw hope running for his own safety.
Then all became hopeless; the world is ruined and the ruin is the world.
What is left of the ruin can’t be grasped; there seems to be no recovery.
Women are faithly praying; men are fately striving hard.
A quest of bringing life to order; a wish for normality.
The hope of saving life from death and life from itself.
The ruin destroyed life; all left now is the destruction of life.