ghost allies

look overhead,
grey clouds gather
menacingly, lethally.
a storm approches with fierce verocity,
thunder, lightning, fear.
quick, quick!
gather forth your allies,
gather your friends yonder the hills of shadow.
light the torches!
sound the horn!
send the messengers!
wait for reinforcements.
no one will come.
no one will hear.
you trusted the wrong.
you trusted the ones that could not be trusted.
you trusted the ones that were thinking of themselves,
thinking of exploiting you,
gloating on your misery.
you will suffer with the pain of
laughter, ridicules, mockery, despise, degration.
the sad part however, is that those are not the worst of it.
the worst part of the whole cycle
is that you would be going through hell
alone.

shane koh