Aftermath

Inside the dead, ruined town,

piles of bricks lie scattered,

and the pungent smell of rot drifts through the air.

We keep beginning from nothing,

never reaching the ground of stability,

and abundance remains a distant ghost.

Life in ruins—what a cruel joke.

I have no strength to wipe away your tears,

for I too am drowning in the same swamp of despair.

We are the frogs

who cannot leap

from the pot of water

slowly coming to a boil

KT/25

The Ending I Don’t Want to Know

I find myself just staring
at the rivers flowing by.

It’s true —
on the backs that left me,
there were never my knife wounds.

To forget some events,
some memories,
some people,
I’d need something like Alzheimer’s disease.

Because the wounds are too deep.

In a corner of a room
with the lights switched off,
it almost feels right
to sit together with depression.

I feel a kind of pity
for the spider webs
blown away by my sighs.

As tomorrow’s hopes keep rotting,
I will go on wasting myself.

Retro yearning

Let me stay stagnant alone in this rapidly spinning world.
A cigarette, a vintage song, and a cup of bitter tea.
Beyond the diseases and crisis ridden 20s, I just want to trap myself in the nostalgia of 80s and 90s.
KT
8/25

" Grey"

                  

The world is grey, raining the ashes.

Nothing can fill holes in the heart.

The dream decay, the mind corrupt.

As greed paved the way, with bodies of dead.

The desire's unsatiated, burning until there's nothing left.

So, the world is grey, raining the ashes.

K.T

1/1/25

"Dream"

          

Dream, what is that thing?

Imagination or destination?

Sadly, I don't have any dream

Like a bird without wings.

Life is easy or hard?

I didn't know what lies ahead.

Wandering on this foggy path,

Realizing dreams are meaningless.

Life is like the game.

Some people gain, some feel pain.

In the end, nothing remains.

Khant Thu

12/4/25