A man lying on his bed,
unpleasantly sleeping, looking pale and anxious,
because he's bothered about something.
No chance to hide,
No chance to escape from faith.
This man has a good memory,
yet some people are forgotten.
No one could tell he's in pain,
as his smile strikes everytime I saw him.
Eyes started closing,
aching of heart was felt.
Legs starts trembling,
Memories started flashing to its brain.
We're afraid of dying,
if we have a lot of regrets.
Life that's full of sorrow,
there's no point in living.
"Doesn't matter how I'm remembered,
Just let me be remembered."
(FYI)
• This is a free verse poem.
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Viễn tưởngP.S. These are my own writings in our Creative Writing subject. I just want to share these to you as you might like it. FYI, my poems has a rollercoaster of emotions and the feelings are not consistent so read at your own risk.
