New Journeys to the West
St Margarets Co-Educational Secondary and Primary School , Rubio , Karylle - 13
I open my eyes to the sight of dark and gloom . I look at the window and begin to contemplate my life . The sky filled with smoke and haze to a city that was once blooming . All my hopes and desires are nothing but statements hidden beneath dust .
I secluded myself as no one seems to understand the girl who is so anomalous that the peephole can ' t seem to examine her correctly .
The sound of failure was too much for me to bear ; my tears smell like petrichor as I bite the dust .
The lush cedar trees were waving at me , temples with vibrant colours were adorned with intricate designs , the smell of champak was sharp yet dainty .
I was certain that I was ready to redeem myself , and that would come with a cost .
With barely any change in my hand , a crimson figure with a willow frame caught my attention , it crept and whispered in my ear , its voice as eerie as a creaky door , inviting guilt .
I refuse to believe such lies and refrained from its words .
The smell of incense was fragrant and powerful that it could be traced across the Indian Ocean . The mosque was distraught yet robust , so peculiar . As I looked deeper into the inscriptions , they were familiar and started messing with me . Rage was engulfed in me . How could something so beautiful could be so haunting ?
I open my eyes to the sight of dark and gloom . I look at the window and begin to contemplate my life . The sky filled with smoke and haze to a city that was once blooming . All my hopes and desires are nothing but statements hidden beneath dust .
I secluded myself as no one seems to understand the girl who is so anomalous that the peephole can ' t seem to examine her correctly .
The sound of failure was too much for me to bear , but I blew away the cobwebs .