A poem I wrote.

(The poem doesn't reflect my feelings, but the feelings of the MC from my Visual Novel).

I

"Forever and ever, embracing the fragments

that downpour into my wings:

I know they still can't fly,

but, someday, they will

realize the feeling

of cutting through

the wind…" (taken from AIR and Kanon opening songs).

Faint Eternity.

My cries for Heaven turning

asunder through time.

Their laughs dance around the World

as strange languages:

indecipherable joy

sickens our minds with sorrow.

It is disguised delight,

or pent-up anger against

the gleeful masses?

Does it really matter?

Contortionist mouths

still play, unnoticed, failing

smiles that hide deep-seated scorn;

a game which lasts a lifetime.

But, after all,

no one ever wins,

and no one really loses,

except the deceased:

under the sun they decay

amid natural justness.