Tempatku bukan disini

Dengarkan suaraku yang beralun pilu

Rasakan pedihnya merayu rindu

Aku inginkan dakapanmu mesra

Aku inginkan dakapanmu manja

Tangisku kering sendirian saja

Tiada kugapai, tiada ku pangku siapa

Dudukku membelai angin yang lalu

Bersimpuh dilantai menghembus sayu

Terkenang sewaktu ku hidup sendiri

Lalu ku sedar ia masih begini

Ku buka mata tapi kau tiada

Ku tutup mata pun kau menjauh saja

Dengarkan jeritanku tak bersuara

Rasakan sakitku dihiris tak berdarah

Aku inginkan mataku dikucup

Bukan lagi amarahku yang lagi kau tutup

Jerihku mati tidak berkubur

Tiada ku lepas, tiada ku hembus

Dudukku merintih mengadu padaNya

Bersimpuh ku tadahkan pada Yang Maha Esa

Terkenang ku dosa tidak berpenghujung

Lalu ku tunduk terkedu malu

Ku buka mata dan tahu Dia ada

Ku takut di pejam ditarik Dia

25

I had just been on a whirlwind adventure.

Jumped for joy and sung in glee

Fell in love and forgotten it

Eaten in pain and enjoyed it

Laughed and smiled

Danced and lived.

Oh, how I lived.

Maybe times have changed since

Maybe I have too

Maybe I am just ungrateful

Maybe I have forsaken or been forsaken

Tossed and thrown overboard

Picked up and trampled on

Bitten and chewed and spat out

They came and they took my paint brush first,

So I painted with crayons

Ridiculous it seemed, but somehow it made sense.

I melted the crayons by candles, and used my breath and fingers.

It worked, sort of

But even that they came and took away

So I sat with my pens but only black and blue I had

So be it

Let them shine through

But it's hard to shine

When you're black and blue

Again they came and snatched away

The pens I used to draw.

I scribbled about and found myself a pencil stub

Away I scratched and soon the stub was gone

What was bright and vibrant became dull and now gray.

To make things more they even shut the window from which brought light.

So in the dark I try to draw in my mind

But I guess it's been too many years

For I can no longer see within.

But none are heard

It's dark in here. I flick the flashlight and nothing happens. The battery died a while back. Maybe if I imagine the light, it will be better. I hear her coming. I shut my eyes and hope she's just passing. I grip the flashlight tight, even though it I longer gives off any light. What else do I have? It's dark in here. She's close. I hear her low breath and soft steps. Maybe if I pretend to be asleep she'll go away. I close my eyes. Lax my grip on the flashlight so it seems I am really asleep. I can see colours behind my eyelids. It feels a little less cold. The warmth of colour. Does that make sense? 2x2=4. Yes, I still have my math right, so it must make sense. She's close enough I can feel the edges of her hair brush my arm. The colours. Where are they? It's dark in here. I hold back my tears.

"I'm here, darling. Wake up." She hisses.

Please, no...

Her eyes flash red and her voice hardens.

"Wake up" she spits.

Against my will I open my eyes. It's so dark but I can see her luminous silhouette. I can still feel the edges of her hair, this time on my neck.

My flashlight. It's gone.

She cackles in the dark and goes off.

It's so dark in here.

Someone?

Anyone?

Please....

It's dark in here.