Holocaust

Sincerity is in a pre-planned

Splendid castle

Snaring emotions, carings,

Honourable commitments to ownself,

Plenty of liberty of loneliness tapping the door

To gaze the beautiful nature of the universe

A feeling of illusion within trespassers

Ignoring the so-called mirages

A solitary confinement is exiled.

Still sincerity lingering as an obedient disciplined one to bear

Sincerity unawares it's future,

Awaiting as an unknown stream to meet its end

Maybe merged in a river then to sea,

Otherwise to be quenched by a desert

It doesn't matter to its sighing existence

But caring its immotions are going

To be buried in the dome of exile.

Can it bear the suffocations

Of its exile any more?