By: Serencio, Syrah Marie S.
Rosiest illusions and hopes had vanished away,
Misfortunes have befallen thee;
Disgusted art thou, mourning in despair,
Thy joyous days now buried in pain.
Bitter memories haunt me inside,
Thy dreadful voice wallows on my mind,
Indulgent eyes now dimmed with tears,
For thy plea, remains unsought.
Fled are the days of happiness,
Thy vivacity that does not cease,
Innate beauty that she once possessed,
Is now, covered with unmeasured pains.
I let my pen bleed its ink,
And wrote this poem in the shade of guilt
For every night, in my deepest dreams,
Thy woes and cries resound in my ears.
