A man walked his way to a place called paradise,
right after those events fell simultaneously like a dice.
And someone then gave him a piece of advice.
And that is to be wise so he can rise.
He reached his destination without any worry
but somehow he doesn't feel even a bit of glory.
And up above the night sky which sorta starry,
he felt somehow kinda sorry.
The paradise should've been a wonderful place,
and not a place where fear, doubt, and grief lays.
But somehow, somewhere, sometime, and someways,
the paradise he is at is different in many ways.
It's plainly the same but for him its not.
For him, its a place that don't mean a lot.
It was his goal but now its not,
because he feels the cold when the place is hot.
He may found the place but he is lost,
and the bad thing is, he don't know the cost.
The cost of the life he left behind,
because he thought that he wouldn't mind.
The paradise is beautiful, yes it true.
But his luggage cant just get through.
What he is carrying is so much heavy,
so heavy that he thinks living is not worthy.
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PoesíaThe words of thoughts gathered and forms constellations that saves one troubled soul Highest rank: 125 in poetry xD
