Unforgiving

• Yuanshen Fan, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2008

The sunlight burns a hole in my heart,
My soul grows weaker like the winds.
My hope sinks with the mourning waves,
Drowned by the sea of hate.

My pain dyes the Dusk with blood,
It lingers in the scarlet sky.
It shall fall down, just like snow,
Then shatter with a single touch.

The sun's light flares no longer,
Like my burnt out passion.
The dead ashes of my love,
Like the scent of a withered rose.

Teardrops fall from the sky and freeze,
As the winter night engulfs them.
My heart fades away slowly,
Like the stars at Dawn.