Dear Bloggie...

This one, I'd like to call "Locked up in a shack", enjoy.

He was sitting down, legs tied to the floor, hands tied and gagged with a cloth...
But he wasn't panicking, and yes, he was pretty much awake...
No, he wasn't kidnapped, now why would anyone do such a thing...
Truth be told, he was a stranger to himself, and himself alone...
In this wooden shack was where he lived, you could say he was surviving...
He was good as dead, but his heart was still pumping, barely...
He listened to the world around him dancing and singing happily...
A tune which was once so dear to him...
But now he's just in a shack, a plain wooden shack...
His tears rolled painfully down his cheeks...
Every drop of tears felt like an atomic bomb exploding in his heart as it hit the floor...
He could cry or even shout for help...
But for all he knows, no one will hear him welp...
As he he turned to his imaginary world, he hoped for happiness...
But little did he know, there was going to be some changes...

He tried to stay positive, despite being alone...
But the dark clouds starting marching in, thunders made the sounds of war drums...
The once clear blue sky transformed into a black mask of clouds with flickering display of lightning...
The sun was no where to be seen again...
The wind, ever so gentle before, started forming hurricanes and tornadoes...
With just one stroke of lightning, the lush greens started to burn...
He closed his eyes for a complete second and wished for all to go away...
But it didn't...
The winds became stronger, and soon he was airbourne...
The world he once knew was burning brightly as he saw it from above...
Flowers that were once smiling to him, now became ashes flying around creating a thick fog...
The burning grass got sucked in by the tornadoes and from afar, it looks like a fiery beast...
The boy felt enraged yet solemn at the same time...
At times like these he wished someone would save him from all the pain...
But no matter how much he wished, his hopes went in vain...
He then gathered all the spirit he had left, and with a single roar he screams in pain...
With his eyes closed, he saw his heart slowly eclipsing to dark...
And as his eyes began to open, he realised that he was still in the shack...
With a huge puddle of tears on the floor beside his chair...
If only, someone could here him cry...
If only, someone would let him die...
All locked up, in a shack...

Wow that actually felt good...
And I think it's still not good enough...
But I guess...
I dowan to go too deep into my sadness...
I'll probably break into pieces or something...
Thanks Joniece for inspiring me to write that...
She's just a catalyst... =]
Yay!

"If my heart was actually that weak, I'll probably need to exercise it more often"

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