another star has fallen
the black dog has won again
hang in there, beautiful soul
for you shall be remembered
it must have been a tough battle
fighting that battle on your own
and now it has finally eaten you up
your time finally came to a stop
your cry of despair will now end
those little voices that were ringing
the pain and agony was indescribable
i know, i sat too on that table
you lose the battle
but it has now ended, beautiful soul
we are still here, fighting
hoping, dreaming and trying
to win this war
to beat this mad black dog
hopefully
BINABASA MO ANG
sad.
PoetryThis is where I put all of my poems that I made when I was sad, moody, and gloomy. So expect negativity in this area and please if triggered, immediately leave and stop reading. My works are sometimes grammatically incorrect so please understand...
