The Gray Terminal

  I stood amongst a crowd A crowd so full and loud Between all things merry I stood Deep down within me a storm shook.   I deem the speech disparaged and mocked, As they sneeringly chatter Faint ugly chuckles disposing around. Inside the mischief my head hung bowed wrestling a hurricane with all I found. Then the speech muttered “my loved one,I admire the most” It felt as a needle punctures a bubble Amongst the crowd,I stood Silently.   Rambling shatters of rain attack my crossed posture As the sea answers no one I hugged my pain, quietly.   Screams and noises I hear within, Begging and tortured with sin Disgusted voices passing conviction Yet in the epicentre Its calmness cries a lone vocable : Apology.   Dawn was tough for me, concern mistook for rage Once tiny and bale became catastrophe Leaving this precious bond in debris; Myself in misery.

  From the very moment I took up my job as the new webmaster and also deciding to redevelop the site,out of enthusiasm I dove into my truly ambitious goal.Up to before I realised I need a team, out of stupidity I never considered who would carry the banner in my stead after my departure.Without Mr. Eyrique’s counsel. and suddenly I felt ridiculed by my very own doing, out of lack of judgement and lack of predicament  I failed to foresee WHO WOULD CARRY THE BANNER. I’ve wasted millions of neurons… maybe billions of them… only considering who my grand 5 would be… my new “team”.It jolts me awake that none of them even know the basics…(besides this person who had programming skills, other than that a forum admin, none had photoshop skills, html or css knowledge) and aside from 2 posts which require good language command I felt I have failed already, this over ambition of mine brought an ambiguous curse upon me, burdening me down into petty misery. Every day I’d ask myself,...