Isn't it over? The war against myself?
Many soldiers had died with screams.
And going against the world with disbelief,
My inner peace wanted to stop her schemes.
Many were hurt, no one's healing,
I beg for pardon, someone please listen.
No one should suffer by this unending killing,
It's no one's fault that we are bleeding.
I'm fine, “No, you're not”,
The other voice keeps whispering that.
I want to shut it, that unidentified voice,
But we ended up war not rejoice.
“Listen to me, I'm you!”,
The voice cried out loud out of blue.
“I'm the real you, the one you have no clue”,
And then I realized, the voice was me, the one I failed to know.
-My inner me and myself against my world
@Telma
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Love and Life || A Poetry
PoetryCollections of Tagalog and English poems. Tragedy, a words of love, an untold feelings, a pain we bear, and a comfort were written on the paper. It may motivate you at times you feel unmotivated. It's the collection of our love, tragedy, pain, suf...
