Member Poem

Future, the future...
I have heard thing from things
And I know the future And I endure.
I received triumph And I win.
I forgot torture With hopeful future.

I caught fire with hands I thought it's what I like.
I felt pains and I let the fire burning Rising, crackling to the top and shining.
The little fire was as hot as the sun.
The title " fire" was far from the hut as the sun.
The tapestry of my life Woven with hope.
Yet serendipity left, changed what's lost is the hope.
The fire was from small to majestic and back to small.
I felt like I shall stand on the peak To pick up the call Unfortunately, the climax I thought was the least.
Eventually, I had lost my thoughts I lost my hopes.