Cupid yet failed
©Ferrer Joey Palomar Fesico
It's 4:00 am; Normal beating can't be that fast.
White walls prolong these narrowing halls;
Scared is shy, compare is inadequate, didn't even reached
Everyone is looking, a scene steadily as routine.
The doctor said, " steadfast your heart ..."
"resolutely, dutifully firm and unwaveringly"
Unwavering is enough but unwaveringly?
He cried, his mom cried and the nurse is all sympathy.
"It is confirmed" Doctors analysis repeated.
The passing of one seems not enough; Another one,
Aimed at the heart, only months or less is it's clock.
A growing unwanted is lurking; staying till the end.
Constant is change but this one, sadist till the end
A struggle forever till life surrender, exits.
A sorrow surpasses all agony; knowing, remembering,
all and everything will halt. Every day and day by day.
For a perfectly fitting name, a name serenading a heart until death
Kings Solomon gains can't even face, dreaded cancer.
Can anyone imagine? a life in a gallop? "You have cancer!"
echoing in one's numb imaginings; what is a silver lining?
"Knock and it shall be opened" there read, this one's attached;
Separating will take all his life's heart, faithful till the grave.
A door only souls can enter, leaving all, all erased.
Those are the days in counting, remembering, forevermore.
Like the boon saw by his heart, haunting all forevermore.
Life can't be blamed; knowing all eventuality will meet
A question remains "are we aware whose life was it meant?"
Why we stay for a while? why rational was invent?
Was it an accident that they've met?
What year should attest, know where a heart should find rest?
Like the love of one miserable he, love is calling for its rest;
Suppressed, captive by practicality "a gold is what's best."
Never knowing, tomorrow life will end; where gold can you -
rest? A thousand years come again, yet all thinking's the same
This cycle will not end, all sorrow come again.
All the waiting in vain.
Life is a rushing train, though exhausted come back again.
"What good is it to gain the whole world, but loses its own soul?"
Maybe a word to ponder, ponder more if you may. Love is not vain.
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